William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
202. Old Memory 5/15/2001
203. Fragments 5/15/2001
204. Faery Song 1/3/2003
205. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
206. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
207. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
208. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
209. High Talk 5/15/2001
210. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
211. To A Young Girl 5/17/2001
212. Solomon To Sheba 5/16/2001
213. Running To Paradise 5/15/2001
214. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
215. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
216. On A Political Prisoner 5/15/2001
217. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
218. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
219. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
220. Solomon And The Witch 5/16/2001
221. The Tower 5/17/2001
222. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
223. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
224. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
225. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
226. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001
227. An Appointment 5/15/2001
228. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001
229. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
230. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
231. A Nativity 5/15/2001
232. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
233. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001
234. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland 5/15/2001
235. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
236. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
237. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
238. He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved 5/15/2001
239. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
240. He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead 5/15/2001

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    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

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (6/14/2008 1:34:00 AM)

    your poems flies into new horizen.

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  • 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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  • 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

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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

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.