William Butler Yeats

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth read more

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, read more

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.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and read more

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; read more

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.