224 ordspråk av William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats föddes den
June 13th 1865 och dog den 28 January
1939 - Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress
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An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.
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An intellectual hate is the worst
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An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed.
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An intellectual hatred is the worst.
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And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium.
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last slouches toward Bethlehem to be born
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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.
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Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult
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Because of that great nobleness of hers The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly.
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Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
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Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away And like a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone, Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
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But where's the wild dog that has praised his fleas?
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Cast a cold eye On life, on death Horseman, pass by!
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