Poetry
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The Phases of the Moon by William Butler Yeats
An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge;He and his friend, their faces to the South,Had trod the uneven…
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The People by William Butler Yeats
What have I earned for all that work, I said,For all that I have done at my own charge?The daily…
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The Peacock by William Butler Yeats
What’s riches to himThat has made a great peacockWith the pride of his eye?The wind-beaten, stone-grey,And desolate Three-rockWould nourish his…
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The ORahilly by William Butler Yeats
Sing of the O’Rahilly,Do not deny his right;Sing a “the’ before his name;Allow that he, despiteAll those learned historians,Established it…
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The Old Stone Cross by William Butler Yeats
A statesman is an easy man,He tells his lies by rote;A journalist makes up his liesAnd takes you by the…
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The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water by William Butler Yeats
I heard the old, old men say,“Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.”They had hands like claws, and their…
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The Old Age Of Queen Maeve by William Butler Yeats
i(A certain poet in outlandish clothes)i(Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane,)i(Talked1 of his country and its people, sang)i(To some…
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The Nineteenth Century And After by William Butler Yeats
Though the great song return no moreThere’s keen delight in what we have:The rattle of pebbles on the shoreUnder the…
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The New Faces by William Butler Yeats
If you, that have grown old, were the first dead,Neither catalpa tree nor scented limeShould hear my living feet, nor…
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The Municipal Gallery Revisited by William Butler Yeats
Around me the images of thirty years:An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side;Casement upon trial, half hidden by the bars,Guarded; Griffith…
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