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Letter "W" » William Butler Yeats Quotes
«A woman can be proud and stiffWhen on love intent;But Love has pitched his mansion inThe place of excrement;For nothing can be sole or wholeThat has not been rent.»
«Their hearts are wild,As be the hearts of birds, till children come.»
«But where's the wild dog that has praised his fleas?»
«Did that play of mine send outCertain men the English shot?»
«Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon...»
«Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on.»
«Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.»
«An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.»
«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?»
«Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.»

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