Quote #150
Whence had they come, The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived? Supernatural Songs, VIII, Whence Had They Come?
More from William Butler Yeats
- I pray-for word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
- Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind. Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. Supernatur…
- God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone.
- All perform their tragic play, There struts Hamlet, there is Lear, That's Ophelia, that Cordelia.
- Seek out reality, leave things that seem.
- Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages, And all the drop-scenes drop at once …
- Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But some…
- Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes, Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.