My wretched dragon is perplexed.
W.B. YeatsAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart
W.B. YeatsTags: love
...nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.
W.B. YeatsTags: foster journalists yeats
What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
W.B. YeatsThe blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
W.B. YeatsEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
W.B. YeatsTags: education lifelong-learning
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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