William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

81. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
82. Three Movements 5/17/2001
83. The Harp Of Aengus 5/17/2001
84. Three Marching Songs 5/17/2001
85. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
86. The Old Stone Cross 5/17/2001
87. Three Things 1/13/2003
88. The White Birds 5/17/2001
89. The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman 5/17/2001
90. The Hawk 5/17/2001
91. Three Songs To The One Burden 5/17/2001
92. To An Isle In The Water 5/17/2001
93. The Man And The Echo 5/17/2001
94. Under The Moon 5/17/2001
95. The Song Of The Happy Shepherd 5/17/2001
96. The Great Day 5/17/2001
97. The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends 5/17/2001
98. The Witch 5/17/2001
99. The Rose Of The World 5/17/2001
100. Those Dancing Days Are Gone 1/13/2003
101. On Hearing That The Students Of Our New University Have Joined The Agitation Against Immoral Literature 1/1/2004
102. The Fool By The Roadside 5/17/2001
103. The Living Beauty 5/17/2001
104. When Helen Lived 5/17/2001
105. The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart 5/17/2001
106. To Ireland In The Coming Times 5/17/2001
107. Two Songs From A Play 1/3/2003
108. On Those That Hated The 'Playboy Of The Western World,' 1907 1/13/2003
109. What Was Lost 5/17/2001
110. The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart 1/3/2003
111. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
112. The Wheel 5/17/2001
113. To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time 5/17/2001
114. The Mask 5/17/2001
115. The Host Of The Air 5/17/2001
116. The Lover's Song 5/17/2001
117. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing 5/17/2001
118. The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick 1/13/2003
119. Introductory Lines (The Shadowy Waters) 1/1/2004
120. The Winding Stair And Other Poems 5/17/2001

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • Jack Growden Jack Growden (11/1/2013 1:00:00 AM)

    Brilliant poet! ! The greatest of his era in my opinion.

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  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Sacheeka Benaragama (2/11/2012 10:52:00 PM)

    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

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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