Literature
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On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,Even where horrible green parrots call and swing.My works are…
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Old Memory by William Butler Yeats
O thought, fly to her when the end of dayAwakens an old memory, and say,“Your strength, that is so lofty…
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Oil And Blood by William Butler Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads…
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Colonus Praise by William Butler Yeats
(Chorus.) Come praise Colonus’ horses, and come praiseThe wine-dark of the wood’s intricacies,The nightingale that deafens daylight there,If daylight ever…
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Colonel Martin by William Butler Yeats
The Colonel went out sailing,He spoke with Turk and Jew,With Christian and with Infidel,For all tongues he knew.“O what’s a…
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O Do Not Love Too Long by William Butler Yeats
Sweetheart, do not love too long:I loved long and long,And grew to be out of fashionLike an old song.All through…
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No Second Troy by William Butler Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of lateHave taught to ignorant…
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He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,And dream about the great and their pride;They have spoken against you everywhere,But weigh…
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He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
I have drunk ale from the Country of the YoungAnd weep because I know all things now:I have been a…
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He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty by William Butler Yeats
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,The poets labouring all their daysTo build a perfect beauty in rhymeAre overthrown by a woman’s…
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