William Butler Yeats
- Poetry
Tom O’Roughley by William Butler Yeats
Though logic choppers rule the town,And every man and maid and boyHas marked a distant object down,An aimless joy is…
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To Ireland In The Coming Times by William Butler Yeats
Know, that I would accounted beTrue brother of a companyThat sang, to sweeten Ireland’s wrong,Ballad and story, rann and song;Nor…
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To Dorothy Wellesley by William Butler Yeats
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees,As though that hand could reach to where they stand,And they but famous…
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To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee by William Butler Yeats
I, The poet William Yeats,With old mill boards and sea-green slates,And smithy work from the Gort forge,Restored this tower for…
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Three Marching Songs by William Butler Yeats
Remember all those renowned generations,They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,Fled to…
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Those Images by William Butler Yeats
What if I bade you leaveThe cavern of the mind?There’s better exerciseIn the sunlight and wind.I never bade you goTo…
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The Young Man’s Song by William Butler Yeats
I Whispered, I am too young,And then, I am old enough;Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might…
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The Withering Of The Boughs by William Butler Yeats
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:“Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,I long for…
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The Witch by William Butler Yeats
Toil and grow rich,Whats that but to lieWith a foul witchAnd after, drained dry,To be broughtTo the chamber whereLies one…
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The Winding Stair And Other Poems by William Butler Yeats
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ The light of evening, Lissadell,Great windows open to the south,Two girls in…
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