William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. No Second Troy 5/15/2001
362. Among School Children 5/15/2001
363. A Man Young And Old: Iv. The Death Of The Hare 1/13/2003
364. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
365. A Song 5/15/2001
366. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
367. Never Give All The Heart 5/15/2001
368. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
369. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
370. After Long Silence 1/3/2003
371. A Dramatic Poem 5/15/2001
372. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
373. Byzantium 5/15/2001
374. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
375. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
376. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
377. A First Confession 1/13/2003
378. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 1/3/2003
379. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
380. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
381. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 1/3/2003
382. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
383. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
384. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
385. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
386. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
387. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
388. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
389. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
390. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
391. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
392. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
393. A Coat 5/15/2001
394. A Dream Of Death 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

  • Dan Prichard (6/13/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    We made this short film, inspired by Yeats' 'When you are old and grey', here: http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=qyDEEQoVqjY&feature=plcp The film explores the power of poetry and the experience of first love, using Yeats' work as its text. Hope you enjoy.

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  • Barbara Nixon Barbara Nixon (4/12/2012 12:55:00 PM)

    William Butler Yeats is my favourite poet, he captures a mystique and depth in his poetry that touches my soul.

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    these poems are very good for childre like us

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  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

  • 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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