William Butler Yeats Quotes About Gold

Quotes about: Gold

• As I thought of these things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy, bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls weighted with so many dreams.

  William Butler Yeats

  Uplifting, Dream, Spiritual

  William Butler Yeats, Ulick O'Connor (1990). “The Yeats companion”, Pavilion Books

• I have read somewhere that in the Emperor's palace at Byzantium was a tree made of gold and silver, and artificial birds that sang.

  William Butler Yeats

  Byzantium, Bird, Tree

  William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.503

• Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

  William Butler Yeats

  Nature, Past, Byzantium

  "Sailing to Byzantium" l. 30 (1928)

• The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?"

  William Butler Yeats

  Wise, Heart, Eye

  William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.76, Wordsworth Editions

• The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
  And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
  For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
  With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold.

  William Butler Yeats

  Children, Heart, Eye

  William Butler Yeats (2013). “Early Poems”, p.43, Courier Corporation

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