William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
362. Ephemera 5/15/2001
363. Before The World Was Made 1/13/2003
364. After Long Silence 1/3/2003
365. Never Give All The Heart 5/15/2001
366. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
367. Among School Children 5/15/2001
368. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
369. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
370. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
371. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
372. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
373. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
374. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
375. Byzantium 5/15/2001
376. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
377. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
378. A First Confession 1/13/2003
379. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
380. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
381. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 1/3/2003
382. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
383. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
384. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
385. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
386. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
387. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
388. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
389. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
390. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
391. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
392. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
393. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
394. A Coat 5/15/2001
395. The Second Coming 5/17/2001
396. A Drinking Song 5/15/2001
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

The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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