William Butler Yeats Quotes About Wine

Quotes about: Wine

• Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

  William Butler Yeats

  Love, Romantic, Wine

  William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.70, Library of Alexandria

• Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Eye, Glasses

• When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Sleep, Faces

  William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.65, Simon and Schuster

• His element is so fine
  Being sharpened by his death,
  To drink from the wine-breath
  While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Elements, Drink

  William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.118

• To sit beside the board and drink good wine And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire And feel content and wisdom in your heart, This is the best of life; when we are young We long to tread a way none trod before, But find the excellent old way through love And through the care of children to the hour Forbidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye.

  William Butler Yeats

  Goodbye, Children, Heart

  William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.101, Penguin

• now
  I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found
  Where seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew
  When Alexander's empire passed, they slept so sound.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Sleep, Ephesians

  William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.143, Hayes Barton Press

• What if the Church and the State
  Are the mob that howls at the door!
  Wine shall run thick to the end,
  Bread taste sour.

  William Butler Yeats

  Running, Wine, Government

  William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.80, Hayes Barton Press

• While man can still his body keep
  Wine or love drug him to sleep,
  Waking he thanks the Lord that he
  Has body and its stupidity.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Sleep, Men

  William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.298, Wordsworth Editions

• even
  The bed of love, that in the imagination
  Had seemed to be the giver of all peace,
  Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting,
  And as soon finished.

  William Butler Yeats

  Wine, Imagination, Bed

  William Butler Yeats (2010). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume I: The Poems: Revised Second Edition”, p.414, Simon and Schuster

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