William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

121. What Was Lost 5/17/2001
122. Shepherd And Goatheard 5/16/2001
123. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories 5/17/2001
124. The Withering Of The Boughs 5/17/2001
125. The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick 1/13/2003
126. The Winding Stair And Other Poems 5/17/2001
127. Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped, 12/31/2002
128. To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time 5/17/2001
129. Colonus' Praise 5/15/2001
130. The Heart Of The Woman 5/17/2001
131. On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac 5/15/2001
132. The Ghost Of Roger Casement 5/17/2001
133. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
134. The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus 1/13/2003
135. Under Ben Bulben 5/17/2001
136. The Wheel 5/17/2001
137. Paudeen 5/15/2001
138. Responsibilities - Introduction 1/13/2003
139. The Winding Stair 1/1/2004
140. In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen 5/15/2001
141. The Hosting Of The Sidhe 5/17/2001
142. Introductory Lines (The Shadowy Waters) 1/1/2004
143. The Chambermaid's Second Song 1/13/2003
144. Owen Aherne And His Dancers 5/15/2001
145. The Ballad Of Father O'Hart 5/17/2001
146. Colonel Martin 5/15/2001
147. Crazy Jane Reproved 1/13/2003
148. The Chambermaid's First Song 5/17/2001
149. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists 1/13/2003
150. The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water 5/17/2001
151. He Reproves The Curlew 5/15/2001
152. Old Tom Again 1/13/2003
153. His Bargain 1/13/2003
154. He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge 5/15/2001
155. The Blessed 5/17/2001
156. Michael Robartes And The Dancer 1/3/2003
157. The Collar-Bone Of A Hare 5/17/2001
158. Shepherd And Goatherd 1/13/2003
159. The Everlasting Voices 5/17/2001
160. Statistics 5/16/2001

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  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

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    your poems flies into new horizen.

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    '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/)

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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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