Quotes by W.B. Yeats

"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."

"I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

"For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon."

"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."

"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."

Books by W.B. Yeats

  • The Tower
  • 669 ratings
  • January 20th 2004 by Scribner

    (first published 1928)

  • Poems of Spenser
  • 623 ratings
  • April 22nd 2016 by Palala Press

    (first published 1599)

  • Mythologies
  • 414 ratings
  • May 26th 1998 by Touchstone Simon & Schuster

    (first published 1959)

  • A Vision
  • 364 ratings
  • September 1st 1966 by Collier Books (NYC)

    (first published 1925)

W.B. Yeats
  • W.B. Yeats

  • Date of birth: June 13, 1865
  • Died: January 28, 1939
  • Born: in Sandymount, County Dublin, Ireland.

  • Description: William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and dramatist, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years Yeats served as an Irish Senator for two terms. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival, and along with Lady Gregory and Edward Martyn founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. In 1923 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for what the Nobel Committee described as "inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation." He was the first Irishman so honored. Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers who completed their greatest works after being awarded the Nobel Prize; such works include The Tower (1928) and The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1929).

    Yeats was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth, and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult. Those topics feature in the first phase of his work, which lasted roughly until the turn of the century. His earliest volume of verse was published in 1889, and those slow paced and lyrical poems display debts to Edmund Spenser and Percy Bysshe Shelley, as well as to the Pre-Raphaelite poets. From 1900, Yeats' poetry grew more physical and realistic. He largely renounced the transcendental beliefs of his youth, though he remained preoccupied with physical and spiritual masks, as well as with cyclical theories of life.
    --from Wikipedia