An Irish Airman Forsees His Death http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1441/ <br class="br">The Wild Swans at Coole (1919) <br class="br">Context: I know that I shall meet my fate<br>Somewhere among the clouds above;<br>Those that I fight I do not hate,<br>Those that I guard I do not love;<br>My county is Kiltartan Cross,<br>My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,<br>No likely end could bring them loss<br>Or leave them happier than before.<br>Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,<br>Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,<br>A lonely impulse of delight<br>Drove to this tumult in the clouds;<br>I balanced all, brought all to mind,<br>The years to come seemed waste of breath,<br>A waste of breath the years behind<br>In balance with this life, this death.
W.B. Yeats: Quotes about love
W.B. Yeats was Irish poet and playwright. Explore interesting quotes on love.Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“For everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.”
Never Give All The Heart http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1545/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Source: Poems <br class="br">Context: Never give all the heart, for love<br>Will hardly seem worth thinking of<br>To passionate women if it seem<br>Certain, and they never dream<br>That it fades out from kiss to kiss;<br>For everything that's lovely is<br>but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.<br>O never give the heart outright,<br>For they, for all smooth lips can say,<br>Have given their hearts up to the play.<br>And who could play it well enough<br>If deaf and dumb and blind with love?<br>He that made this knows all the cost,<br>For he gave all his heart and lost.
“Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.”
W.B. Yeats book The Winding Stair and Other Poems
For Anne Gregory http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1483/, st. 3 <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933)
In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory, st. 12
The Wild Swans at Coole (1919)
“Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.”
The Circus Animals' Desertion http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1603/, II, st. 3. <br class="br">Last Poems (1936-1939)
“Nothing that we love over-much
Is ponderable to our touch.”
W.B. Yeats book Michael Robartes and the Dancer
Towards Break of Day http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1740/, st. 3 <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921)
Into The Twilight http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1519/, st. 4 <br class="br">The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
The Rose (1893)
Brown Penny http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1454/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)
W.B. Yeats book The Winding Stair and Other Poems
III, st. 1 <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933), Vacillation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1751/