Poetry
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High Talk by William Butler Yeats
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing thatcatches the eye.What if my great-granddad had a pair that weretwenty foot high,And…
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He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead by William Butler Yeats
Were you but lying cold and dead,And lights were paling out of the West,You would come hither, and bend your…
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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
Okay, hate to be sentimental, but this is the very first poem that I added to American Literature. I am…
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Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors by William Butler Yeats
What they undertook to doThey brought to pass;All things hang like a drop of dewUpon a blade of grass.
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Girls Song by William Butler Yeats
I went out aloneTo sing a song or two,My fancy on a man,And you know who. Another came in sightThat…
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From The “Antigone” by William Butler Yeats
Overcome — O bitter sweetness,Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl —The rich man and his affairs,The fat flocks…
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From A Full Moon In March by William Butler Yeats
Parnell’s Funeral Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the crowd.A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blownAbout the sky; where that is…
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Friends by William Butler Yeats
Now must I these three praise,Three women that have wroughtWhat joy is in my days;One that no passing thought,Nor those…
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Fragments by William Butler Yeats
ILocke sank into a swoon;The Garden died;God took the spinning-jennyOut of his side. IIWhere got I that truth?Out of a…
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For Anne Gregory by William Butler Yeats
“Never shall a young man,Thrown into despairBy those great honey-colouredRamparts at your ear,Love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow…
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