Quotes About Yeats

They, with their wild music as of winds blowing in the reeds,[1] seemed to me the very inmost voice of Celtic sadness, and of Celtic longing for infinite things the world has never seen.

The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space a moment heard, Troubling the endless reverie. -from "The Song of the Happy Shepherd

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh heart again in the gray twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Here ends, 'Two Plays for Dancers,' by William Butler Yeats. Four hundred copies of this book have been printed and published by Elizabeth Corbet Yeats on paper made in Ireland, at the Cuala Press, Churchtown, Dundrum, in the County of Dublin, Ireland. Finished on the tenth day of January in the year nineteen hundred and nineteen.

such are the topsy-turvydoms of faery glamour—in a cockleshell.

And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay.

Some mediæval straw-splitting about the nature of the Trinity, which is only useful to-day to show how many things are unimportant to us, which once shook the world

The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye.