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William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
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''But popular rage,
Hysterica passio dragged this quarry down.
None shared our guilt; nor did we play a part
Upon a painted stage when we devoured his heart.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Parnell's Funeral."
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''The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Falling of the Leaves."
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''A pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Pity of Love, The Rose (1893).
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Saint, do you weep? I hear amid the thunder
The Fenian horses; armour torn asunder;
Laughter and cries. The armies clash and shock,
And now the daylight-darkening ravens flock.
Cea...
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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Test every work of intellect or faith
And everything that your own hands have wrought,
And call those works extravagance of breath
That are not suited for such men as come
Proud, o...
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Vacillation."
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''I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (l. 7-8). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard E...
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I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
Seeing that Fame has perished this long while,
Being but a part of ancient ceremony
Notorious, t...
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Closing Rhyme."
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''Two heavy trestles, and a board
Where Sato's gift, a changeless sword,
By pen and paper lies,
That it may moralise
My days out of their aimlessness.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "III. My Table."
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''Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift's dark grove he passed, and there
Plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Parnell's Funeral."
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''My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
Theater business, management of men.''
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Fascination of What's Difficult (l. 8-11). . .
The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Fi...
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