Poetry
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Chosen by William Butler Yeats
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that muchStruggling for an image on the trackOf the whirling Zodiac.Scarce did…
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Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
The unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit…
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The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,Enfold me in my hour of hours; where thoseWho sought thee in the Holy…
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The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
“Spiritus mundi” means ‘world spirit’ in Latin, which Yeats references as a universal memory or ‘muse’ for the poet.A Cycle…
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These Are The Clouds by William Butler Yeats
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,The majesty that shuts his burning eye;The weak lay hand on what the…
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The Scholars by William Butler Yeats
Bald heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed…
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The Saint And The Hunchback by William Butler Yeats
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and blessA man that finds great bitternessIn thinking of his lost renown.A Roman…
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The Sad Shepherd by William Butler Yeats
Shepherd That crys from the first cuckoo of the yearI wished before it ceased. Goatherd Nor bird nor beastCould make…
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The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats
“O words are lightly spoken,”Said Pearse to Connolly,“Maybe a breath of politic wordsHas withered our Rose Tree;Or maybe but a…
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The Rose Of The World by William Butler Yeats
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,Mournful that no new wonder…
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