Quote

What can I but enumerate old themes?

William Butler Yeats

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Writer
Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
Enumerate
Themes
Theme

More quotes by William Butler Yeats

Image
There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms night can outbalance day, Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, The living seem more shadowy than they.
William Butler Yeats
Image
How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
William Butler Yeats
Image
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
William Butler Yeats
Image
The friends that have it I do wrong Whenever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is myself that I remake.
William Butler Yeats
Image
I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .
William Butler Yeats
Image
Come let us mock at the good That fancied goodness might be gay, And sick of solitude Might proclaim a holiday: Wind shrieked and where are they?
William Butler Yeats
Image
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.
William Butler Yeats
Image
The common breeds the common, A lout begets a lout, So when I take on half a score I knock their heads about.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Overcome the Empyrean hurl Heaven and Earth out of their places, That in the same calamity Brother and brother, friend and friend, Family and family, City and city may contend.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried And fought with the invulnerable tide.
William Butler Yeats
Image
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
Image
Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
William Butler Yeats
Image
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats
Image
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
William Butler Yeats
Image
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Come, fix upon me that accusing eye. I thirst for accusation. All that was sung. All that was said in Ireland is a lie Breed out of the contagion of the throng, Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
William Butler Yeats
Image
Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold That the heart grows old?
William Butler Yeats