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William Butler Yeats Quotes - Page 21

My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theater business, management of men.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.75, Wordsworth Editions

Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath, Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night.

William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.254, Simon and Schuster

In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.

William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.241, Simon and Schuster

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?

William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.356, Simon and Schuster

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.

William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.141, Simon and Schuster

I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent

William Butler Yeats (2012). “The Winding Stair and Other Poems: A Facsimile Edition”, p.4, Simon and Schuster

Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.23, Wordsworth Editions

Come swish around my pretty punk And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.268, Wordsworth Editions

How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?

William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.524, Hayes Barton Press

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Poems (1895) "The Countess Cathleen" act 4

for never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive.

William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.28, Library of Alexandria

Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk

William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.334, Simon and Schuster