William Butler Yeats Quotes - Page 14
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.558, Simon and Schuster
"The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats". Book by W. B. Yeats, 1908.
In the Seven Woods (1903) "Adam's Curse"
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.99, Wordsworth Editions
William Butler Yeats (2013). “Early Poems”, p.40, Courier Corporation
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.65, Simon and Schuster
William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.141, Simon and Schuster
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.155
William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.523, Hayes Barton Press
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.34
Words for Music Perhaps and Other Poems (1932) "Remorse for Intemperate Speech"
William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.233, Hayes Barton Press
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.179, Wordsworth Editions
What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone.
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.137
William Butler Yeats (2007). “The Celtic Twilight”, p.85, Library of Alexandria
No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.
William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.141, Simon and Schuster
O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.
William Butler Yeats (1997). “"Easter, 1916" and Other Poems”, p.9, Courier Corporation
William Butler Yeats, Richard J. Finneran, George Bornstein (2007). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume IV: Early Essays”, p.88, Simon and Schuster
William Butler Yeats (2008). “COLLECTED POEMS OF W.B. YEATS”, p.478, Simon and Schuster
"Under Ben Bulben" l. 89 (1939). The final three lines are in fact inscribed on Yeats's gravestone.