William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

161. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
162. Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites 5/15/2001
163. Old Tom Again 1/13/2003
164. Hound Voice 5/15/2001
165. His Bargain 1/13/2003
166. The Blessed 5/17/2001
167. Michael Robartes And The Dancer 1/3/2003
168. He Reproves The Curlew 5/15/2001
169. Symbols 5/17/2001
170. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
171. Responsibilities - Closing 1/13/2003
172. On Those That Hated 'The Playboy Of The Western World' 5/15/2001
173. Swift's Epitaph 5/17/2001
174. Baile And Aillinn 5/15/2001
175. Form The Green Helmet And Other Poems 5/15/2001
176. He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge 5/15/2001
177. John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore 5/15/2001
178. Parnell 5/15/2001
179. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
180. Stream And Sun At Glendalough 5/16/2001
181. Faery Song 1/3/2003
182. The Ballad Of Moll Magee 5/17/2001
183. The Cap And Bells 5/17/2001
184. His Confidence 1/13/2003
185. Imitated From The Japanese 5/15/2001
186. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
187. Quarrel In Old Age 5/15/2001
188. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
189. To A Young Girl 5/17/2001
190. Me Peacock 5/15/2001
191. Presences 5/15/2001
192. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
193. The Ballad Of The Foxhunter 1/13/2003
194. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
195. His Phoenix 5/15/2001
196. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
197. In Tara's Halls 5/15/2001
198. A Nativity 5/15/2001
199. Meeting 1/13/2003
200. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001

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

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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