William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped 5/16/2001
202. Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin 5/15/2001
203. Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 1/3/2003
204. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
205. The Countess Cathleen In Paradise 5/17/2001
206. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
207. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
208. He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved 5/15/2001
209. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
210. Parnell 5/15/2001
211. Consolation 1/13/2003
212. He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven 5/15/2001
213. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
214. High Talk 5/15/2001
215. Parnell's Funeral 1/13/2003
216. Solomon To Sheba 5/16/2001
217. At Galway Races 5/15/2001
218. Reconciliation 5/15/2001
219. Running To Paradise 5/15/2001
220. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
221. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
222. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
223. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
224. Fragments 5/15/2001
225. The Tower 5/17/2001
226. Her Praise 5/15/2001
227. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
228. Her Triumph 1/13/2003
229. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
230. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
231. An Appointment 5/15/2001
232. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
233. Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 1/3/2003
234. News For The Delphic Oracle 5/15/2001
235. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
236. Old Memory 5/15/2001
237. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
238. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
239. Faery Song 1/3/2003
240. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001

Comments about William Butler Yeats

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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

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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