He had a life-long interest in mysticism and the occult, which was off-putting to some readers, but he remained uninhibited in advancing his idiosyncratic philosophy, and his poetry continued to grow stronger as he grew older. Appointed a senator of the Irish Free State in , he is remembered as an important cultural leader, as a major playwright he was one of the founders of the famous Abbey Theatre in Dublin , and as one of the very greatest poets—in any language—of the century.
Yeats was awarded the Nobel Prize in and died in at the age of seventy-three. The Collected Poems of W. William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the Nobel Prize for Literature.
His work was greatly influenced by the heritage and politics of Ireland. Leave this field blank. A Prayer for my Daughter W. Yeats , - Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind, Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower, And under the arches of the bridge, and scream In the elms above the flooded stream; Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea. May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend.
It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone. In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned; Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those that are not entirely beautiful; Yet many, that have played the fool For beauty's very self, has charm made wise, And many a poor man that has roved, Loved and thought himself beloved, From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. 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.
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O may she live like some green laurel Rooted in one dear perpetual place. My mind, because the minds that I have loved, The sort of beauty that I have approved, Prosper but little, has dried up of late, Yet knows that to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf. An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?
200 I Love You Quotes For Him or Her
There is an image of this person who is dearest to me and closer than anything else. We've all at some point in our life encountered that feeling of secretly liking someone, secretly having your eyes on them, secretly wishing they knew, but deep inside you were afraid of what the outcome would be.
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So you kept it unnoticed. Kept it hidden, locked inside, just hoping that maybe one day that moment would finally come when they would notice you! It's a funny thing secret love. You would change yourself and your whole world just to be with them; just to hear them talk to you makes you feel as though you're experiencing an epiphany. Just to see them look at you makes you feel as though every speck of what you are is valuable; and to watch them walk in the room, the ordinary, dark boring room and watch it change when they walk in as if they carry a piece of the sun itself in their being, as if now that they've arrived the whole world will be okay again.
As if having them near would be the nearest thing to heaven you've ever known.
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But they don't love you and they walk on by each time with a smile, a nod and vanish away from your hungry sight. It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.
How flippantly we all treat a secret love, like a joke, something cute, as if it's just a sweet little thing to pat. But when we are the secret lover, we hold our breath with each word they speak, we long so desperately for their touch, even just brief, we could almost bleed we long for it so. And when they find a lover, we feel like a shadow, longing to be seen as real, until we finally learn we have nothing more to do than to fade away from their light.
Love never grows when its secretly kept locked in our hearts. Love will only find its fulfillment when it finds it's way out and dwells in the heart of that person destined to keep it. Its hard to go on living while loving someone secretly, it hurts to see the one you love so happy with someone else, but the most painful thing about hiding love is that it never fades away.
What if the person you secretly love tells you he already found the one he could spend forever with would you be brave enough to ask who she is? Or bear the pain inside not knowing it was you after all?
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I pretend to look around, but i was actually looking at you. Just because we don't say certain things, doesn't mean we don't feel them.
A Prayer for my Daughter
There are worse things than a broken heart. Like the love that you don't explore. To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.