Quotes from yeats william butler v

The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle.

The most celebrated fairy doctors are sometimes people the fairies loved and carried away, and kept with them for seven years; not that those the fairies love are always carried off--they may merely grow silent and strange, and take to lonely wanderings in the "gentle" places.

No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in many lands.

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone.

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.

I had thought for no one's but your ears; That you were beautiful and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary hearted as that hollow moon.