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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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The Ladys Third Song by William Butler Yeats
When you and my true lover meetAnd he plays tunes between your feet.Speak no evil of the soul,Nor think that…
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The Ladys Second Song by William Butler Yeats
What sort of man is comingTo lie between your feet?What matter, we are but women.Wash; make your body sweet;I have…
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The Ladys First Song by William Butler Yeats
I turn roundLike a dumb beast in a show.Neither know what I amNor where I go,My language beatenInto one name;I…
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The Indian Upon God by William Butler Yeats
I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees,My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,My…
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