#w b yeats | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lillyli-74 · 1 month

Text

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me to the bone.

~W.B. Yeats

#w b yeats

229 notes · View notes

nobeerreviews · 6 months

Text

Everything that's lovely is but a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

-- William Butler Yeats

(Cluj, Romania)

#dream #lovely #delight #william butler yeats #travel photography #w b yeats #cluj #romania #quote #street photography

306 notes · View notes

happyheidi · 2 years

Text

“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

#cottagecore #nature #naturecore #books #light academia aesthetic #candles #plants #dark academia books #dark academia aesthetic #dark aesthetic #cozycore #cosycore #quote #poems #w b yeats

1K notes · View notes

alienejj · 2 months

Text

reading nook & current reads 1/mar/24

day two of getting into a consistent reading habit ft the first snowy day in this part of Dublin in like forever??!!

im gonna post this then cosy up in my reading nook for the next four hours (i work my schedule around meal times bc i am ruled by my baser instincts). im still not doing mentally well but what better way to cope than escapism??

for a mix of easy to read, fun books ive got:

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. An Unsuitable Job For A Woman by P. D. James (a detective novel). Sailing To Byzantium by W. B. Yeats (a short poetry anthology).

all three books were thrifted across the second-hand stores of Dublin.

thank you to all who responded and gave me book recs with an element of fantasy schools/ magical schools. still looking for more recs tho! here's what i have so far (i've combined what i knew alongside recs i was given):

Harry Potter series Scholomancer trilogy book one of the Poppy Wars series Babel Aurian Fourth Wing A Study in Drowning Earthsea

38 notes · View notes

moonchildsfae · 22 days

Text

i got an A on my exam about the victorian era so i’d like to formally thank all irish people (but specifically oscar wilde and yeats), david tennant as alec hardy, david tennant as phileas fogg, david tennant as the ghost of christmas present, and the doctor who episode “tooth and claw” staring david tennant as the doctor and billie piper as rose tyler

#—︎ my posts 💭#i’m running on three hours of sleep and pure adrenaline #chaotic academia #dark academia #literature #sad uni student core #studyblr #david tennant #oscar wilde #w b yeats #victorian era #jules verne #thomas hardy #broadchurch #atwi80d #charles dickens #doctor who #billie piper #chris chibnall

20 notes · View notes

deadwhisper · 1 month

Text

Brain Rot

My mind has been consumed by an overwhelming

Amount of information that seems to flow around

Me, it threatens to drown me till I cannot breathe

Cannot see, at all and the world too

I knew but now I no longer need to see

The utter truth, the utmost reality

The eye burdens me, the watcher of them all blinds me

Drowning too the last ignorant eye I scream

But everything drowns the sounds around me

@deadwhisper

11 notes · View notes

tlwebb · 2 months

Text

#world of darkness #mage the ascension #order of hermes #golden dawn #aleister crowley #w b yeats #thump thump thump

7 notes · View notes

wayti-blog · 3 months

Text

Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.

― W.B. Yeats

#w b yeats #yeats #literature #poetry

7 notes · View notes

alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry · 2 months

Text

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

5 notes · View notes

peaceofheartt · 7 months

Text

The Lake Isle of Innisfree, W. B. Yeats

#poetry #poems #op #q #w b yeats

6 notes · View notes

ignisambulabitmecum · 3 months

Text

#poetry #light academia #cottagecore #ireland #w b yeats #william butler yeats #yeats #dark academia #poems and poetry

4 notes · View notes

lillyli-74 · 1 year

Text

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

~W.B. Yeats

#w b yeats

246 notes · View notes

ardent-reflections · 10 months

Text

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

W. B. Yeats

#w b yeats #poetry #literature #spilled thoughts #poem #poems and quotes #words #quotes #lit #love quotes

10 notes · View notes

poem-today · 9 days

Text

A poem by William Butler Yeats

A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

I My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul

My Self. The consecrated blade upon my knees Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was, Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass Unspotted by the centuries; That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn From some court-lady's dress and round The wodden scabbard bound and wound Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn

My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? Think of ancestral night that can, If but imagination scorn the earth And intellect is wandering To this and that and t'other thing, Deliver from the crime of death and birth.

My self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it Five hundred years ago, about it lie Flowers from I know not what embroidery — Heart's purple — and all these I set For emblems of the day against the tower Emblematical of the night, And claim as by a soldier's right A charter to commit the crime once more.

My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows And falls into the basin of the mind That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind, For intellect no longer knows Is from the Ought, or Knower from the Known — That is to say, ascends to Heaven; Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

II My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more? Endure that toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;

The finished man among his enemies? — How in the name of Heaven can he escape That defiling and disfigured shape The mirror of malicious eyes Casts upon his eyes until at last He thinks that shape must be his shape? And what's the good of an escape If honour find him in the wintry blast?

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch, A blind man battering blind men; Or into that most fecund ditch of all, The folly that man does Or must suffer, if he woos A proud woman not kindred of his soul.

I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in thought; Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

#w b yeats #irish poetry #self and soul #dialogue

2 notes · View notes

persephonediary · 2 years

Text

I’m at peace with the fact I might forever remain single due to my parasocial relationships with poets and writers who have died hundreds of years ago..

112 notes · View notes

carfuckerlynch · 1 year

Text

who up slouching toward bethlehem to be born.

#odhran.txt #w b yeats #is this anything

13 notes · View notes