My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.
William Butler YeatsSwift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler; he Served human liberty.
William Butler YeatsAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats