William Butler Yeats

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

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
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A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least
interest to a serious and read more

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least
interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.

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.

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.