Literature
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The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water by William Butler Yeats
I heard the old, old men say,“Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.”They had hands like claws, and their…
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The Old Age Of Queen Maeve by William Butler Yeats
i(A certain poet in outlandish clothes)i(Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane,)i(Talked1 of his country and its people, sang)i(To some…
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The Nineteenth Century And After by William Butler Yeats
Though the great song return no moreThere’s keen delight in what we have:The rattle of pebbles on the shoreUnder the…
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The New Faces by William Butler Yeats
If you, that have grown old, were the first dead,Neither catalpa tree nor scented limeShould hear my living feet, nor…
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The Municipal Gallery Revisited by William Butler Yeats
Around me the images of thirty years:An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side;Casement upon trial, half hidden by the bars,Guarded; Griffith…
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The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride,Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom;The cataract smokes upon…
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The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flareThrough the hollow of an ear;Wings beating about the room;The terror of all…
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The Moods by William Butler Yeats
Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;What one in the…
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The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
You waves, though you dance by my feet like childrenat play,Though you glow and you glance, though you purr andyou…
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The Mask by William Butler Yeats
Put off that mask of burning goldWith emerald eyes.O no, my dear, you make so boldTo find if hearts be…
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