Literature
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Shepherd And Goatheard by William Butler Yeats
i(Shepherd.) That cry’s from the first cuckoo of the year.I wished before it ceased.i(Goatherd.) Nor bird nor beastCould make me…
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September 1913 by William Butler Yeats
What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to…
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Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
IThat is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees–Those dying generations–at their song,The…
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Running To Paradiseby William Butler Yeats
A Shropshire Lad – XIX – To An Athlete Dying YoungRobert MacDonald, World champion 25 mile runner, 1898As I came…
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Roger Casement by William Butler Yeats
I say that Roger CasementDid what he had to do.He died upon the gallows,But that is nothing new. Afraid they…
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Ribb In Ecstasy by William Butler Yeats
What matter that you understood no word!Doubtless I spoke or sang what I had heardIn broken sentences. My soul had…
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Ribb Denounces Patrick by William Butler Yeats
An abstract Greek absurdity has crazed the man —Recall that masculine Trinity. Man, woman, child (adaughter or a son),That’s how…
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Ribb Considers Christian Love Insufficient by William Butler Yeats
Why should I seek for love or study it?It is of God and passes human wit.I study hatred with great…
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Ribb At The Tomb Of Baile And Aillinn by William Butler Yeats
Because you have found me in the pitch-dark nightWith open book you ask me what I do.Mark and digest my…
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Responsibilities by William Butler Yeats
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story’s end,Old Dublin merchant “free of the ten and…
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