"The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye."
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.'
Quote collection
591 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye."
"For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?"
"The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong."
"John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong."
"What shall I do with this absurdity- O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible."
"Our words must seem to be inevitable."
"While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love."
"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."
"Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it, Before that brief gleam of its life be gone."
"And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew."
"Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch."
"The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor."
"Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room."
"And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes."
"In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness."
"What if I bade you leave The cavern of the mind? There's better exercise In the sunlight and wind."
"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."
"Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed."
"Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude."
"The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?""