Zitate, Sprüche & Aphorismen auf Englisch
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William Butler Yeats
Swift has sailed into his rest; / Savage indignation there / Cannot lacerate his breast.
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William Butler Yeats
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
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William Butler Yeats
That is no country for old men. The young / In one another's arms, birds in the trees / Those dying generations at their song.
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William Butler Yeats
The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.
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William Butler Yeats
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.
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William Butler Yeats
The ghost of Roger Casement / Is beating on the door.
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William Butler Yeats
The innocent and the beautiful / Have no enemy but time.
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William Butler Yeats
The intellect of man is forced to choose / Perfection of the life, or of the work.
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William Butler Yeats
The Light of Lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the Shadow of the Shadows on the deed alone.
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William Butler Yeats
The pain that others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away.
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William Butler Yeats
The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun.
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William Butler Yeats
The wind blows out of the gates of the day, / The wind blows over the lonely of heart, / And the lonely of heart is withered away.
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William Butler Yeats
The years like great black oxen tread the world, / And God the herdsman goads them on behind, / And I am broken by their passing feet.
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William Butler Yeats
The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind.
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William Butler Yeats
There's more enterprise / In walking naked.
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William Butler Yeats
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
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William Butler Yeats
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.
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William Butler Yeats
Think where man's glory most begins and ends / And say my glory was I had such friends.
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William Butler Yeats
Too long a sacrifice / Can make a stone of the heart.
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William Butler Yeats
We had fed the heart of fantasies, / The heart's grown brutal from the fare.