There is another world, but it is in this one.
W.B. YeatsTags: misattributed
Jonathan Swift made a soul for the gentlemen of this city by hating his neighbor as himself.
W.B. YeatsTags: hate golden-rule neighbors jonathan-swift the-tables-of-the-law
Before The World Was Made
If I make the lashes dark
and the eyes more bright
and the lips more scarlet,
or ask if all be right
from mirror after mirror,
no vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
before the world was made.
What if I look upon a man
as though on my beloved,
and my blood be cold the while
and my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
before the world was made.
تمضي الأعوام كالثيران الهائلة السوداء تدوس العالم...الرب راعيها ينخسها من الخلف...و أنا تحطمني الحوافر الماضية
W.B. YeatsIt is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
W.B. YeatsHearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.
W.B. YeatsTags: love
I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.
O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For Peg and Meg and Paris' love
That had so straight a back,
Are gone away, and some that stay
Have changed their silk for sack.
The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy.
The host is rushing 'twixt day and night,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
Tags: ireland folklore faeries
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