What did William Butler Yeats mean by: Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade. - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain’t drunk, they’re sober. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Drunk, Problem, Sober, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Blood, Stars, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men’s hearts that we call progress ? Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Art, Progress, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ for never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Alive, Lovers, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Dream, Reality, Unseen, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Eye, Judging, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Happiness, Joy, Laughter, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
In a way there’s only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged. - Fyodor Dostoevsky Writer · Russia
Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing. - Melina Marchetta Author · Australia
Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence. - Alberto Manguel Writer · Argentina
And you, my Critics! in the chequer’d shade, Admire new light thro’ holes yourselves have made. Explain - Alexander Pope Poet · England
Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others’ shades. Explain - Alexander Pope Poet · England
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades. Explain - Alexander Pope Poet · England
