Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
William Butler YeatsI have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.
William Butler YeatsWhy should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
William Butler YeatsWhen I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the anxiety I have given to parents and grandparents, and of the hopes that I have had, all life weighed in the scales of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.
William Butler YeatsWhere the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .
William Butler Yeats