Poetry
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Spilt Milk by William Butler Yeats
We that have done and thought,That have thought and done,Must ramble, and thin outLike milk spilt on a stone.
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Solomon To Sheba by William Butler Yeats
Sang Solomon to Sheba,And kissed her dusky face,All day long from mid-dayWe have talked in the one place,All day long…
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Solomon And The Witch by William Butler Yeats
And thus declared that Arab lady:“Last night, where under the wild moonOn grassy mattress I had laid me,Within my arms…
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Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped by William Butler Yeats
Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped,Peleus on Thetis stares.Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid,Love has blinded him with…
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Sixteen Dead Men by William Butler Yeats
O but we talked at large beforeThe sixteen men were shot,But who can talk of give and take,What should be…
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Shepherd And Goatheard by William Butler Yeats
i(Shepherd.) That cry’s from the first cuckoo of the year.I wished before it ceased.i(Goatherd.) Nor bird nor beastCould make me…
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September 1913 by William Butler Yeats
What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to…
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Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
IThat is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees–Those dying generations–at their song,The…
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Running To Paradiseby William Butler Yeats
A Shropshire Lad – XIX – To An Athlete Dying YoungRobert MacDonald, World champion 25 mile runner, 1898As I came…
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Roger Casement by William Butler Yeats
I say that Roger CasementDid what he had to do.He died upon the gallows,But that is nothing new. Afraid they…
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