Poetry
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The Harp Of Aengus by William Butler Yeats
Edain came out of Midhir’s hill, and layBeside young Aengus in his tower of glass,Where time is drowned in odour-laden…
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The Gyres by William Butler Yeats
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;Things thought too long can be no longer thought,For beauty dies of…
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The Grey Rock by William Butler Yeats
Poets with whom I learned my trade,Companions of the Cheshire Cheese,Heres an old story Ive re-made,Imagining twould better pleaseYour ears…
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The Great Day by William Butler Yeats
Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot!A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again!The…
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The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid by William Butler Yeats
Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I writeTo Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,Now the good Caliph’s learned Treasurer,And for no ear…
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The Ghost Of Roger Casement by William Butler Yeats
O what has made that sudden noise?What on the threshold stands?It never crossed the sea becauseJohn Bull and the sea…
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The Four Ages of Man by William Butler Yeats
He with body waged a fight,But body won; it walks upright.Then he struggled with the heart;Innocence and peace depart.Then he…
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The Fool By The Roadside by William Butler Yeats
When all works that haveFrom cradle run to graveFrom grave to cradle run instead;When thoughts that a foolHas wound upon…
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The Folly Of Being Comforted by William Butler Yeats
One that is ever kind said yesterday:“Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,And little shadows come about her eyes;Time can…
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The Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
Although I can see him still,The freckled man who goesTo a grey place on a hillIn grey Connemara clothesAt dawn…
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