I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Contributed by: Fear of Fish
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Contributed by: Diana
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
Contributed by: Wendy
Cast a cold EyeOn Life, on DeathHorseman, pass by
Source: W.B. Yeats Obituary
Contributed by: ~C4Chaos
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Source: The title of the poem is: The Two Trees
Contributed by: Laurie
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
Source: Dramatis Personae (1935)
Contributed by: Zaady
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921. Towards Break of Day, st. 3
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?
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921.
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