William Butler Yeats

The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take read more

The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

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.

We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of
Burke; we are read more

We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of
Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the
people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature
of this country. We have created the best of its political
intelligence.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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.