Poetry
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Hanrahan Speaks To The Lovers Of His Songs In Coming Days by William Butler Yeats
O, Colleens, kneeling by your altar rails long hence,When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,And smoke from…
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Hanrahan Reproves The Curlew by William Butler Yeats
O, Curlew, cry no more in the air,Or only to the waters in the West;Because your crying brings to my…
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Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings by William Butler Yeats
O Where is our Mother of PeaceNodding her purple hood?For the winds that awakened the starsAre blowing through my blood.I…
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Parnells Funeral by William Butler Yeats
PARNELL’S FUNERAL Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the crowd.A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blownAbout the sky; where that is…
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Owen Aherne And His Dancers by William Butler Yeats
A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsoughtUpon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,Should…
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On Woman by William Butler Yeats
May God be praised for womanThat gives up all her mind,A man may find in no manA friendship of her…
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On Those That Hated “The Playboy Of The Western World” by William Butler Yeats
Once, when midnight smote the air,Eunuchs ran through Hell and metOn every crowded street to stareUpon great Juan riding by:Even…
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On Being Asked For A War Poem by William Butler Yeats
I think it better that in times like theseA poet keep his mouth shut, for in truthWe have no gift…
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On A Political Prisoner by William Butler Yeats
She that but little patience knew,From childhood on, had now so muchA grey gull lost its fear and flewDown to…
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On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,Even where horrible green parrots call and swing.My works are…
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