Poetry
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Ribb In Ecstasy by William Butler Yeats
What matter that you understood no word!Doubtless I spoke or sang what I had heardIn broken sentences. My soul had…
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Ribb Denounces Patrick by William Butler Yeats
An abstract Greek absurdity has crazed the man —Recall that masculine Trinity. Man, woman, child (adaughter or a son),That’s how…
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Ribb Considers Christian Love Insufficient by William Butler Yeats
Why should I seek for love or study it?It is of God and passes human wit.I study hatred with great…
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Ribb At The Tomb Of Baile And Aillinn by William Butler Yeats
Because you have found me in the pitch-dark nightWith open book you ask me what I do.Mark and digest my…
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Responsibilities by William Butler Yeats
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story’s end,Old Dublin merchant “free of the ten and…
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Remorse For Intemperate Speech by William Butler Yeats
I ranted to the knave and fool,But outgrew that school,Would transform the part,Fit audience found, but cannot ruleMy fanatic heart.I…
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Red Hanrahans Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left…
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Reconciliation by William Butler Yeats
Some may have blamed you that you took awayThe verses that could move them on the dayWhen, the ears being…
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Quarrel In Old Age by William Butler Yeats
Where had her sweetness gone?What fanatics inventIn this blind bitter town,Fantasy or incidentNot worth thinking of,put her in a rage.I…
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Presences by William Butler Yeats
This night has been so strange that it seemedAs if the hair stood up on my head.From going-down of the…
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