William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

161. At The Abbey Theatre 5/15/2001
162. Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment 1/13/2003
163. The Countess Cathleen In Paradise 5/17/2001
164. His Phoenix 5/15/2001
165. A Thought From Propertius 5/15/2001
166. In Tara's Halls 5/15/2001
167. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
168. Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites 5/15/2001
169. Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin 5/15/2001
170. The Blessed 5/17/2001
171. Crazy Jane Reproved 1/13/2003
172. He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved 5/15/2001
173. He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven 5/15/2001
174. The Chambermaid's First Song 5/17/2001
175. Her Praise 5/15/2001
176. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
177. Responsibilities - Closing 1/13/2003
178. Old Tom Again 1/13/2003
179. Meeting 1/13/2003
180. News For The Delphic Oracle 5/15/2001
181. Baile And Aillinn 5/15/2001
182. Mohini Chatterjee 5/15/2001
183. Statistics 5/16/2001
184. Shepherd And Goatherd 1/13/2003
185. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
186. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
187. Church And State 5/15/2001
188. Symbols 5/17/2001
189. The Cap And Bells 5/17/2001
190. High Talk 5/15/2001
191. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
192. Me Peacock 5/15/2001
193. Form The Green Helmet And Other Poems 5/15/2001
194. Swift's Epitaph 5/17/2001
195. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
196. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
197. The Ballad Of Father O'Hart 5/17/2001
198. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
199. Parnell's Funeral 1/13/2003
200. Parnell 5/15/2001

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

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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.

  • 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/)

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    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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