William Butler Yeats ( 5 of 25 )
All empty sould tend toward extreme opinions.
All empty sould tend toward extreme opinions.
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, read more
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
