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Me Peacock by William Butler Yeats
What’s riches to himThat has made a great peacockWith the pride of his eye?The wind-beaten, stone-grey,And desolate Three RockWould nourish…
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Men Improve With The Years by William Butler Yeats
I am worn out with dreams;A weather-worn, marble tritonAmong the streams;And all day long I lookUpon this ladys beautyAs though…
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Memory by William Butler Yeats
One had a lovely face,And two or three had charm,But charm and face were in vainBecause the mountain grassCannot but…
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Meditations In Time Of Civil War by William Butler Yeats
Ii(Ancestral Houses)Surely among a rich man s flowering lawns,Amid the rustle of his planted hills,Life overflows without ambitious pains;And rains…
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Maid Quiet by William Butler Yeats
Where has Maid Quiet gone to,Nodding her russet hood?The winds that awakened the starsAre blowing through my blood.O how could…
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Leda And The Swan by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedBy the dark webs, her nape caught…
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Lapis Lazuli by William Butler Yeats
I have heard that hysterical women sayThey are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.Of poets that are always gay,For everybody…
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King and No King by William Butler Yeats
Would it were anything but merely voice!The No King cried who after that was King,Because he had not heard of…
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John Kinsella’s Lament For Mr. Mary Moore by William Butler Yeats
A Bloody and a sudden end,Gunshot or a noose,For Death who takes what man would keep,Leaves what man would lose.He…
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Introductory Rhymes by William Butler Yeats
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the storys end,Old Dublin merchant free of ten and fourOr…
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