William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. Byzantium 5/15/2001
362. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
363. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
364. A Song 5/15/2001
365. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
366. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
367. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
368. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
369. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
370. After Long Silence 1/3/2003
371. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
372. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
373. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
374. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
375. A Dramatic Poem 5/15/2001
376. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
377. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
378. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
379. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
380. A First Confession 1/13/2003
381. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 1/3/2003
382. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
383. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
384. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
385. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
386. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
387. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
388. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
389. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
390. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
391. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
392. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
393. A Coat 5/15/2001
394. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
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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