Literature
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The Valley Of The Black Pig by William Butler Yeats
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spearsSuddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,And then the clash of fallen horsemen…
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Words For Music Perhaps by William Butler Yeats
Crazy Jane And The Bishop Bring me to the blasted oakThat I, midnight upon the stroke,i(All find safety in the…
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Words by William Butler Yeats
I had this thought a while ago,“My darling cannot understandWhat I have done, or what would doIn this blind bitter…
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Wisdom by William Butler Yeats
The true faith discovered wasWhen painted panel, statuary.Glass-mosaic, window-glass,Amended what was told awryBy some peasant gospeler;Swept the Sawdust from the…
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Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? by William Butler Yeats
Why should not old men be mad?Some have known a likely ladThat had a sound fly-fisher’s wristTurn to a drunken…
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Who Goes With Fergus? by William Butler Yeats
Who will go drive with Fergus now,And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,And dance upon the level shore?Young man, lift…
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When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read,…
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When Helen Lived by William Butler Yeats
We have cried in our despairThat men desert,For some trivial affairOr noisy, insolent, sport,Beauty that we have wonFrom bitterest hours;Yet…
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Whence Had They Come? by William Butler Yeats
Eternity is passion, girl or boyCry at the onset of their sexual joy“For ever and for ever’; then awakeIgnorant what…
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What Was Lost by William Butler Yeats
I sing what was lost and dread what was won,I walk in a battle fought over again,My king a lost…
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