We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy. William Butler Yeats More Quotes by William Butler Yeats More Quotes From William Butler Yeats ...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die. William Butler Yeats stars sweet war How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born? William Butler Yeats ceremony innocence born Tis the eternal law, William Butler Yeats law might beauty An intellectual hate is the worst. William Butler Yeats worst hate intellectual For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes? William Butler Yeats atheism eye lying Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. William Butler Yeats fate hate men Had there been no Renaissance and no Italian influence to bring in the stories of other lands English history would, it may be, have become as important to the English imagination as the Greek Myths to the Greek imagination; and many plays by many poets would have woven it into a single story whose contours, vast as those of Greek myth, would have made living men and women seem like swallows building their nests under the architrave of some Temple of the Giants. William Butler Yeats italian land men I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core. William Butler Yeats lakes heart night We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love William Butler Yeats enmity substance heart but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps. William Butler Yeats flower dream retirement From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. William Butler Yeats my-birthday happy-birthday eye True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self. William Butler Yeats self love believe When I play on my fiddle in Dooney William Butler Yeats dance sea play All dreams of the soul William Butler Yeats dream beautiful beauty And God would bid His warfare cease, William Butler Yeats god beauty heaven When a man grows old his joy William Butler Yeats fear heart night Nor bird nor beast William Butler Yeats would-be wish bird I have nothing but the embittered sun; William Butler Yeats moon mother reality I thought no more was needed William Butler Yeats sadness dumb heart Though I have many words, William Butler Yeats women sides heart
