Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, Under Ben Bulben
Contributed by: Zaady
see T. S. Eliot, 'Yeats the Poet' and W. H. Auden, 'Yeats the Poet'
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. The years like great black oxen tread the world And God the herdsman goads them on behind And I am broken by their passing feet.
Source: The Countess Cathleen, 1892, last lines
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. For Anne Gregory
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.
Source: The Tower, 1928. Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
Education is not filling a bucket but lighting a fire.
Source: Zen Quotes 1
Hands, do what you're bid: Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.
Source: The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. The Balloon of the Mind
Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?
Source: The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. The Scholars, st. 2
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. The Fascination of What's Difficult
The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
Source: The Land of Heart's Desire, 1894, l. 48
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