Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: The Tower, 1928. Youth and Age
Contributed by: Zaady
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
Source: The Rose, 1893. To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time, st. I
The friends that have it I do wrong When ever I remake a song Should know what issue is at stake, It is myself that I remake.
Source: The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, 1908, II, preliminary poem
When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. A Dialogue of Self and Soul
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
Source: "Oedipus at Colonus,
The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a rule, Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
Source: The Tower, 1928. Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. No Second Troy
Pardon, old fathers.
Source: Responsibilities, 1914, preliminary poem
An old man's eagle mind.
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, An Acre of Grass
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.
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