"Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time."
Poet, Playwright
William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and playwright, notable for his profound exploration of love, identity, and the human experience in works like 'The Second Coming.'
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"Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time."
"If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf"
"And learn that the best thing is To change my loves while dancing And pay but a kiss for a kiss."
"I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams."
"A line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching has been naught... Better go down upon your marrow-bones / And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones... For to articulate sweet sounds together / Is to work harder than all these, and yet / Be thought an idler by the noisy set."
"I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch."
"A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought."
"People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals."
"Overcome the Empyrean; hurl Heaven and Earth out of their places, That in the same calamity Brother and brother, friend and friend, Family and family, City and city may contend."
"Dream, dream, for this is also sooth."
"What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?"
"All things fall and are built again, And those that build them again are gay."
"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."
"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."
"Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles, its flamings out of the uncivilized heart."
"Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce."
"Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the Accusation of Sin, as in George Eliot, who plucks her Tito in pieces with as much assurance as if he had been clockwork, literature has begun to change into something else."
"No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority."
"Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it."
"Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way."