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Уильям Батлер Йейтс — ирландский англоязычный поэт, драматург. Лауреат Нобелевской премии по литературе 1923 года. Wikipedia  

✵ 13. Июнь 1865 – 28. Январь 1939
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„Образование не заполнение ведра водой, а зажжение огня.“

Уильям Батлер Йейтс

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

„Ответственность начинается во сне (мечтах).“

Уильям Батлер Йейтс

Вариант: Ответственность начинается в мечтах.

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„Ад выдумали попы, чтобы люди вели себя хорошо.“

Уильям Батлер Йейтс

Источник: Кельтские сумерки (сборник)

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„Не в кроне суть, а в правде корневой.“

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корень
Источник: афоризмы

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Уильям Батлер Йейтс: Цитаты на английском языке

“The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart.”

W.B. Yeats

In The Seven Woods http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1518/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Контексте: I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods<br>Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees<br>Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away<br>The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness<br>That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile<br>Tara uprooted, and new commonness<br>Upon the throne and crying about the streets<br>And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,<br>Because it is alone of all things happy.<br>I am contented, for I know that Quiet<br>Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart<br>Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,<br>Who but awaits His house to shoot, still hands<br>A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

W.B. Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1499/ <br class="br">Вариант: I have spread my dreams under your feet.<br>Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. <br class="br">Источник: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899) <br class="br">Контексте: Had I the heavens&#x27; embroidered cloths,<br>Enwrought with the golden and silver light,<br>The blue and the dim and the dark cloths<br>Of night and light and half-light,<br>I would spread the cloths under your feet:<br>But I, being poor, have only my dreams;<br>I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;<br>Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

“I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;”

W.B. Yeats

St. 5 <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904), Adam&#x27;s Curse http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1431/ <br class="br">Контексте: I had a thought for no one&#x27;s but your ears:<br>That you were beautiful, and that I strove<br>To love you in the old high way of love;<br>That it had all seemed happy, and yet we&#x27;d grown<br>As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

“When they have but looked upon their images--
Would none had ever loved but you and I!”

W.B. Yeats

The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Контексте: p&gt;O hurry where by water among the trees<br>The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,<br>When they have but looked upon their images--<br>Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed<br>Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,<br>When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--<br>O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there<br>I will drive all those lovers out and cry—<br>O my share of the world, O yellow hair!<br>No one has ever loved but you and I.&lt;/p

“The night can sweat with terror as before
We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,
And planned to bring the world under a rule,
Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.”

W.B. Yeats книга The Tower

I, st. 4 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1547/

“O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry—
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.”

W.B. Yeats

The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Контексте: p&gt;O hurry where by water among the trees<br>The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,<br>When they have but looked upon their images--<br>Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed<br>Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,<br>When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--<br>O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there<br>I will drive all those lovers out and cry—<br>O my share of the world, O yellow hair!<br>No one has ever loved but you and I.&lt;/p

“Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.”

W.B. Yeats

A Coat http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1393/ <br class="br">Responsibilities (1914) <br class="br">Контексте: I made my song a coat<br>Covered with embroideries<br>Out of old mythologies<br>From heel to throat;<br>But the fools caught it,<br>Wore it in the world’s eyes<br>As though they’d wrought it.<br>Song, let them take it,<br>For there’s more enterprise<br>In walking naked.

“But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.”

W.B. Yeats книга The Winding Stair and Other Poems

Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop, st. 3
The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933)

“These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.”

W.B. Yeats

These Are The Clouds http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1715/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Контексте: Have you made greatness your companion,<br>Although it be for children that you sigh:<br>These are the clouds about the fallen sun,<br>The majesty that shuts his burning eye.

“Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day”

W.B. Yeats

Reconciliation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1568/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Контексте: Some may have blamed you that you took away<br>The verses that could move them on the day<br>When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind<br>With lightning, you went from me, and I could find<br>Nothing to make a song about but kings,<br>Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things<br>That were like memories of you--but now<br>We&#x27;ll out, for the world lives as long ago;<br>And while we&#x27;re in our laughing, weeping fit,<br>Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.<br>But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,<br>My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

“The finished man among his enemies?—
How in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon his eyes until at last
He thinks that shape must be his shape?”

W.B. Yeats книга The Winding Stair and Other Poems

II, st. 1 <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933), A Dialogue of Self and Soul http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1397/ <br class="br">Контексте: What matter if I live it all once more?<br>Endure that toil of growing up;<br>The ignominy of boyhood; the distress<br>Of boyhood changing into man;<br>The unfinished man and his pain<br>Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;<br>The finished man among his enemies?—<br>How in the name of Heaven can he escape<br>That defiling and disfigured shape<br>The mirror of malicious eyes<br>Casts upon his eyes until at last<br>He thinks that shape must be his shape?

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre 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.”

W.B. Yeats The Second Coming

The Second Coming (1919)
Контексте: p>Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre 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.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</p

“With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about”

W.B. Yeats

Reconciliation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1568/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Контексте: Some may have blamed you that you took away<br>The verses that could move them on the day<br>When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind<br>With lightning, you went from me, and I could find<br>Nothing to make a song about but kings,<br>Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things<br>That were like memories of you--but now<br>We&#x27;ll out, for the world lives as long ago;<br>And while we&#x27;re in our laughing, weeping fit,<br>Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.<br>But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,<br>My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

“The Land of Faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave”

W.B. Yeats The Land of Heart's Desire

Источник: The Land of Heart's Desire (1894), Lines 48–52
Контексте: The Land of Faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

“Crying amid the glittering sea,
Naming it with the ecstatic breath,
Because it had such dignity,
By the sweet name of Death.”

W.B. Yeats

His Dream http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1509/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Контексте: I swayed upon the gaudy stern<br>The butt-end of a steering-oar,<br>And saw wherever I could turn<br>A crowd upon a shore.<br>And though I would have hushed the crowd,<br>There was no mother&#x27;s son but said,<br>&#x27;What is the figure in a shroud<br>Upon a gaudy bed?&#x27;<br>And after running at the brim<br>Cried out upon that thing beneath<br>--It had such dignity of a limb--<br>By the sweet name of Death.<br>Though I&#x27;d my finger on my lip,<br>What could I but take up the song?<br>And running crowd and gaudy ship<br>Cried out the whole night long,<br>Crying amid the glittering sea,<br>Naming it with the ecstatic breath,<br>Because it had such dignity,<br>By the sweet name of Death.

“Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain”

W.B. Yeats

Never Give All The Heart http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1545/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Контексте: Never give all the heart, for love<br>Will hardly seem worth thinking of<br>To passionate women if it seem<br>Certain, and they never dream<br>That it fades out from kiss to kiss;<br>For everything that&#x27;s lovely is<br>but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.<br>O never give the heart outright,<br>For they, for all smooth lips can say,<br>Have given their hearts up to the play.<br>And who could play it well enough<br>If deaf and dumb and blind with love?<br>He that made this knows all the cost,<br>For he gave all his heart and lost.

“The fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart.”

W.B. Yeats

The Fascination Of What&#x27;s Difficult http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1619/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Контексте: The fascination of what&#x27;s difficult<br>Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent<br>Spontaneous joy and natural content<br>Out of my heart. There&#x27;s something ails our colt<br>That must, as if it had not holy blood<br>Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,<br>Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt<br>As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays<br>That have to be set up in fifty ways,<br>On the day&#x27;s war with every knave and dolt,<br>Theatre business, management of men.<br>I swear before the dawn comes round again<br>I&#x27;ll find the stable and pull out the bolt.

“Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--
O that none ever loved but you and I!”

W.B. Yeats

The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Контексте: p&gt;O hurry where by water among the trees<br>The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,<br>When they have but looked upon their images--<br>Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed<br>Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,<br>When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--<br>O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there<br>I will drive all those lovers out and cry—<br>O my share of the world, O yellow hair!<br>No one has ever loved but you and I.&lt;/p

“Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.”

W.B. Yeats The Second Coming

The Second Coming (1919)
Контексте: p>Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre 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.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</p

“May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.”

W.B. Yeats книга Michael Robartes and the Dancer

St. 6 <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), A Prayer For My Daughter http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1421/

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