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"But Father John went up,
And Father John went down;
And he wore small holes in his shoes,
And he wore large holes in his gown."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Ballad of Father O'Hart." |
"My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,
Ere Time transfigured me."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner." |
"Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Song of the Happy Shepherd." |
"From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye....
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To Ireland in the Coming Times." |
"Sang a bone upon the shore;
"A man if I but held him so
When my body was alive
Found all the pleasure that life gave":
A bone wave-whitened and dried in the wind."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XV. Three Things." |
"An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. A Prayer for My Daughter, st. 8, Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1920). |
"Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Friends." |
"She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Long-legged Fly (l. 15-18). . .
The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan. |
"But if when anyone died
Came keeners hoarser than rooks,
He bade them give over their keening;
For he was a man of books."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Ballad of Father O'Hart." |
"There's not a woman turns her face
Upon a broken tree,
And yet the beauties that I loved
Are in my memory...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner." |
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