Poetry
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The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride,Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom;The cataract smokes upon…
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The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flareThrough the hollow of an ear;Wings beating about the room;The terror of all…
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The Moods by William Butler Yeats
Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;What one in the…
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The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
You waves, though you dance by my feet like childrenat play,Though you glow and you glance, though you purr andyou…
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The Mask by William Butler Yeats
Put off that mask of burning goldWith emerald eyes.O no, my dear, you make so boldTo find if hearts be…
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The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland by William Butler Yeats
He stood among a crowd at Dromahair;His heart hung all upon a silken dress,And he had known at last some…
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The Man And The Echo by William Butler Yeats
i(Man)In a cleft that’s christened AltUnder broken stone I haltAt the bottom of a pitThat broad noon has never lit,And…
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The Magi by William Butler Yeats
Now as at all times I can see in the minds eye,In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied onesAppear…
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The Madness Of King Goll by William Butler Yeats
I sat on cushioned otter-skin:My word was law from Ith to Emain,And shook at Inver AmerginThe hearts of the world-troubling…
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The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart by William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn outand old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of…
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