Уильям Батлер Йейтс цитаты
Уильям Батлер Йейтс
Дата рождения: 13. Июнь 1865
Дата смерти: 28. Январь 1939
Уильям Батлер Йейтс — ирландский англоязычный поэт, драматург. Лауреат Нобелевской премии по литературе 1923 года.
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Оскар Уайльд292
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Джеймс Джойс11
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Джордж Бернард Шоу355
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Томас Мур2
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Франц Грильпарцер5
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Роберт Браунинг16
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Пьер Корнель31
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Владимир Николаевич Войнович18
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Казимеж Пшерва-Тетмайер2
польский поэт, прозаик, драматургЦитаты Уильям Батлер Йейтс
„The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart.“
— W.B. Yeats
Context: I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His house to shoot, still hands
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.
In The Seven Woods http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1518/
„For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.“
— W.B. Yeats, Selected Poems and Four Plays
„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, The Wind Among the Reeds
Context: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1499/
