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.
What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore, refrain
Contributed by: Zaady
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)
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
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