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William Butler Yeats Quotes - Page 8

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.153, Wordsworth Editions

All that could run or leap or swim Whether in wood, water or cloud, Acclaiming, proclaiming, declaiming Him.

William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.272, Simon and Schuster

I have often had the fancy that there is some one Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all he did and thought.

William Butler Yeats, Richard J. Finneran, George Bornstein (2007). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume IV: Early Essays”, p.81, Simon and Schuster

Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers.

William Butler Yeats (2010). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Vol. III: Autobiogra”, p.341, Simon and Schuster

All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.67, Wordsworth Editions

... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.77, Wordsworth Editions

I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?

William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.136, Penguin

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned.

William Butler Yeats (2010). “Autobiographies: The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats”, p.362, Simon and Schuster

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand.

William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.135, Simon and Schuster

We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.

William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.173, Wordsworth Editions

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 (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.13, Simon and Schuster