When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave of the sea.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899, The Fiddler of Dooney st.
Contributed by: Zaady
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.
Source: The Tower, 1928. Two Songs from a Play
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.
Source: the Seven Woods, 1904. The Folly of Being Comforted.
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
Source: The Rose, 1893. The Sorrow of Love, st. I
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. Byzantium
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies, For all their broomsticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.
Source: The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. Lines Written in Dejection 1. 4
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.
Source: The Tower, 1928. Sailing to Byzantium
Fifteen apparitions have I seen; The worst a coat upon a coat-hanger.
Source: Last Poems,1936–1939, The Apparitions, refrain
And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.
Source: The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899, The Song of Wandering, Aengus, st.
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.
Source: The Cutting of an Agate, 1912.
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