William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
362. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
363. Politics 5/15/2001
364. For Anne Gregory 5/15/2001
365. Before The World Was Made 1/13/2003
366. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
367. Long-Legged Fly 5/15/2001
368. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
369. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
370. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
371. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
372. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
373. A First Confession 1/13/2003
374. The Choice 5/17/2001
375. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
376. Sweet Dancer 5/17/2001
377. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz 1/13/2003
378. The Cat And The Moon 5/17/2001
379. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
380. Friends 5/15/2001
381. I Am Of Ireland 1/13/2003
382. Among School Children 5/15/2001
383. Byzantium 5/15/2001
384. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
385. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
386. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
387. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
388. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
389. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
390. A Coat 5/15/2001
391. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
392. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
393. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
394. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
395. A Drinking Song 5/15/2001
396. The Second Coming 5/17/2001
397. A Crazed Girl 5/15/2001
398. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 5/15/2001
399. When You Are Old 5/17/2001

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (6/14/2008 1:34:00 AM)

    your poems flies into new horizen.

  • Aidan O'Huaithne (11/14/2006 11:00:00 PM)

    'Hmm, what should i say about a man like Yeats, probably just say he is Irish pride.' Yeah I love that bread. (Explanation= http: //www.irishpride.ie/)

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/30/2006 8:54:00 AM)

    Hmm, what should i say about a man like Yeats, probably just say he is Irish pride

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.

Read the full of When You Are Old

Consolation

O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot.

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