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The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart by William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn outand old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of…
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The Lovers Song by William Butler Yeats
Bird sighs for the air,Thought for I know not where,For the womb the seed sighs.Now sinks the same restOn mind,…
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The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days by William Butler Yeats
O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,And smoke from this…
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The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends by William Butler Yeats
Though you are in your shining days,Voices among the crowdAnd new friends busy with your praise,Be not unkind or proud,But…
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The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love by William Butler Yeats
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,I had a beautiful friendAnd dreamed that the old despairWould end in love in…
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The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods by William Butler Yeats
If this importunate heart trouble your peaceWith words lighter than air,Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease;Crumple the…
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The Living Beauty by William Butler Yeats
Ill say and maybe dream I have drawn contentSeeing that time has frozen up the blood,The wick of youth being…
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The Leaders Of The Crowd by William Butler Yeats
They must to keep their certainty accuseAll that are different of a base intent;Pull down established honour; hawk for newsWhatever…
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The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner by William Butler Yeats
Although I shelter from the rainUnder a broken tree,My chair was nearest to the fireIn every companyThat talked of love…
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The Lake isle Of Innesfree by William Butler Yeats
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles…
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