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But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

William Butler Yeats
Sad, Sole, Whole
"Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop" l. 13 (1932)

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

William Butler Yeats
Sad, Lonely, Heart
William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.542, Simon and Schuster

Time can but make her beauty over again.

William Butler Yeats
Appreciation, Her Beauty
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.62, Wordsworth Editions

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.

William Butler Yeats
Clothes, Soul, Naked
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.235, Wordsworth Editions

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

William Butler Yeats
Love, Player, Stage
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.181

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

William Butler Yeats
Art, Men, Progress
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.364

And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

William Butler Yeats
Love, Kindness, Eye
William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.140, Library of Alexandria

Education is not filling

William Butler Yeats
Filling

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

William Butler Yeats
Dream, Truth, Joy
William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.142, Penguin

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

William Butler Yeats
Triumph, World, Way

Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.

William Butler Yeats
Fire, Filling, Lighting A Fire

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.

William Butler Yeats
Book, Men, Thinking
New Poems (1938) "The Municipal Gallery Re-visited"

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

William Butler Yeats
Men, Loses
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.289, Wordsworth Editions

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

William Butler Yeats
Broken Heart, Sacrifice, Long
"Easter 1916" l. 57 (1921)

There is no release In a bodkin or disease, Nor can there be a work so great As that which cleans man's dirty slate.

William Butler Yeats
Life, Art, Dirty
William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.179

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

William Butler Yeats
Air, Soul, London
William Butler Yeats, Richard J. Finneran (1969). “John Sherman & Dhoya”

We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.

William Butler Yeats
Hands, Mind, Half
William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.69, Simon and Schuster

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

William Butler Yeats
Numbers, Long, Giving
William Butler Yeats (2010). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Vol. III: Autobiogra”, p.369, Simon and Schuster

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.

William Butler Yeats
Death, Fashion, Prayer
William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.288, Simon and Schuster

even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting, And as soon finished.

William Butler Yeats
Wine, Imagination, Bed
William Butler Yeats (2010). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume I: The Poems: Revised Second Edition”, p.414, Simon and Schuster

A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence.

William Butler Yeats
Sleep, Cat, Responsibility
William Butler Yeats, Glenn Harrington (2002). “William Butler Yeats”, p.40, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

All things fall and are built again, And those that build them again are gay.

William Butler Yeats
Fall, Gay, Rebirth
William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.250, Wordsworth Editions

The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain, The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord, Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred, Troy backed its Helen, Troy died and adored; Great nations blossom above, A slave bows down to a slave.

William Butler Yeats
Loyalty, Pride, Soldier
William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.581, Simon and Schuster

My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. "This Land of Saints," and then as the applause died out, "Of plaster Saints;" his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.

William Butler Yeats
Beautiful, Father, Land
William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.309, Simon and Schuster

There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind.

William Butler Yeats
Horse, Racing, Mind
William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.73, Library of Alexandria

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