Poetry
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Those Images by William Butler Yeats
What if I bade you leaveThe cavern of the mind?There’s better exerciseIn the sunlight and wind.I never bade you goTo…
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The Young Man’s Song by William Butler Yeats
I Whispered, I am too young,And then, I am old enough;Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might…
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The Withering Of The Boughs by William Butler Yeats
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:“Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,I long for…
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The Witch by William Butler Yeats
Toil and grow rich,Whats that but to lieWith a foul witchAnd after, drained dry,To be broughtTo the chamber whereLies one…
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The Winding Stair And Other Poems by William Butler Yeats
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ The light of evening, Lissadell,Great windows open to the south,Two girls in…
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The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats
The Wild Swans at Coole was first published in the Little Review, June, 1917. It was the title poem in…
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The White Birds by William Butler Yeats
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on thefoam of the sea!We tire of the flame of the…
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The Wheel by William Butler Yeats
Through winter-time we call on spring,And through the spring on summer call,And when abounding hedges ringDeclare that winter’s best of…
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The Well And The Tree by William Butler Yeats
The man that I praise,Cries out the empty well,Lives all his daysWhere a hand on the bellCan call the milch-cowsTo…
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Youth And Age by William Butler Yeats
Much did I rage when young,Being by the world oppressed,But now with flattering tongueIt speeds the parting guest.
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