William Butler Yeats
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The Ragged Wood by William Butler Yeats
O hurry where by water among the treesThe delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,When they have but looked upon their…
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The Poet 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 Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves by William Butler Yeats
i(Three Voices together].) Hurry to bless the hands that play,The mouths that speak, the notes and strings,O masters of the…
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The Player Queen by William Butler Yeats
My mother dandled me and sang,How young it is, how young!And made a golden cradleThat on a willow swung. He…
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The Pilgrim by William Butler Yeats
I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,In…
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The Phases of the Moon by William Butler Yeats
An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge;He and his friend, their faces to the South,Had trod the uneven…
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The People by William Butler Yeats
What have I earned for all that work, I said,For all that I have done at my own charge?The daily…
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The Peacock by William Butler Yeats
What’s riches to himThat has made a great peacockWith the pride of his eye?The wind-beaten, stone-grey,And desolate Three-rockWould nourish his…
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The ORahilly by William Butler Yeats
Sing of the O’Rahilly,Do not deny his right;Sing a “the’ before his name;Allow that he, despiteAll those learned historians,Established it…
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The Old Stone Cross by William Butler Yeats
A statesman is an easy man,He tells his lies by rote;A journalist makes up his liesAnd takes you by the…
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