William Butler Yeats
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Leda And The Swan by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedBy the dark webs, her nape caught…
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Lapis Lazuli by William Butler Yeats
I have heard that hysterical women sayThey are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.Of poets that are always gay,For everybody…
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King and No King by William Butler Yeats
Would it were anything but merely voice!The No King cried who after that was King,Because he had not heard of…
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John Kinsella’s Lament For Mr. Mary Moore by William Butler Yeats
A Bloody and a sudden end,Gunshot or a noose,For Death who takes what man would keep,Leaves what man would lose.He…
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Introductory Rhymes by William Butler Yeats
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the storys end,Old Dublin merchant free of ten and fourOr…
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Into The Twilight by William Butler Yeats
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;Laugh heart again in the gray twilight,Sigh,…
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In Taras Halls by William Butler Yeats
A man I praise that once in Tara’s HalsSaid to the woman on his knees, “Lie still.My hundredth year is…
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In Memory of Major Robert Gregory by William Butler Yeats
I Now that we’re almost settled in our houseI’ll name the friends that cannot sup with usBeside a fire of…
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In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen by William Butler Yeats
Five-and-twenty years have goneSince old William PollexfenLaid his strong bones down in deathBy his wife ElizabethIn the grey stone tomb…
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Imitated From The Japanese by William Butler Yeats
A most astonishing thing —Seventy years have I lived; (Hurrah for the flowers of Spring,For Spring is here again.) Seventy…
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