William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
2. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
3. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
4. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
5. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
6. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
7. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
8. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
9. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
10. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
11. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures 5/17/2001
12. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
13. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
14. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
15. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
16. The New Faces 5/17/2001
17. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
18. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
19. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
20. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
21. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
22. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
23. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
24. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
25. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
26. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
27. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
28. The Spur 5/17/2001
29. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
30. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
31. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
32. The People 5/17/2001
33. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
34. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
35. The Realists 5/17/2001
36. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
37. Those Images 5/17/2001
38. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
39. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
40. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
Best Poem of William Butler Yeats

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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The Death of Cuchulain

The harlot sang to the beggar-man.
I meet them face to face,
Conall, Cuchulain, Usna's boys,
All that most ancient race;
Maeve had three in an hour, they say.
I adore those clever eyes,
Those muscular bodies, but can get
No grip upon their thighs.
I meet those long pale faces,

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