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He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,And dream about the great and their pride;They have spoken against you everywhere,But weigh…
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He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
I have drunk ale from the Country of the YoungAnd weep because I know all things now:I have been a…
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He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty by William Butler Yeats
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,The poets labouring all their daysTo build a perfect beauty in rhymeAre overthrown by a woman’s…
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He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers by William Butler Yeats
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;And…
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Her Praise by William Butler Yeats
SHE is foremost of those that I would hear praised.I have gone about the house, gone up and downAs a…
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He Reproves The Curlew by William Butler Yeats
O Curlew, cry no more in the air,Or only to the water in the West;Because your crying brings to my…
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He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I pressMy heart upon the lovelinessThat has long faded from the world;The jewelled crowns…
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He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World by William Butler Yeats
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?I have been changed to a hound with one red…
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He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge by William Butler Yeats
I wander by the edgeOf this desolate lakeWhere wind cries in the sedge:i(Until the axle breakThat keeps the stars in…
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He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes by William Butler Yeats
Fasten your hair with a golden pin,And bind up every wandering tress;I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:It worked…
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