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Letter "W" » William Butler Yeats Quotes
«You think it horrible that lust and rageShould dance attendance upon my old age;They were not such a plague when I was young;What else have I to spur me into song?»
«I'd as soon listen to dried peas in a bladder, as listen to your thoughts.»
«The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . .»
«Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.»
«he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.'»
«Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,And dream about the great and their pride;They have spoken against you everywhere,But weigh this song with the great and their pride;I made it out of a mouthful of air,Their children's children shall say they have lied.»
«May she be granted beauty and yet notBeauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,Being made beautiful overmuch,Consider beauty a sufficient end,Lose natural kindness and maybeThe heart-revealing intimacyThat chooses right, and never find a friend.»
«Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.»
«Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I meet your face.»
«The last stroke of midnight dies.All day in the one chairFrom dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have rangedIn rambling talk with an image of air:Vague memories, nothing but memories.»

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