"Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then."
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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"Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then."
"Come swish around my pretty punk And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill."
"Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer."
"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."
"A spot whereon the founders lived and died Seemed once more dear than life; ancestral trees, Or gardens rich in memory glorified Marriages, alliances, and families, And every bride's ambition satisfied."
"How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?"
"May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting suns, A little from other shades apart, With mingling hair, and play upon one lute."
"You ask what I have found and far and wide I go, Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's murderous crew, The lovers and the dancers are beaten into the clay, And the tall men and the swordsmen and the horsemen where are they?"
"I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind; I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad."
"Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea."
"Time can but make her beauty over again."
"Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet."
"Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again."
"Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied.""
"We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us."
"I have read somewhere that in the Emperor's palace at Byzantium was a tree made of gold and silver, and artificial birds that sang."
"Poetry and music I have banished, But the stupidity Of root, shoot, blossom or clay Makes no demand. I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand."
"If a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words that have gathered up the heart's desire of the world, than from historical records, or from speculation, wherein the heart withers."
"But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent."
"Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled."