William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
202. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
203. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
204. Parnell's Funeral 1/13/2003
205. The Tower 5/17/2001
206. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
207. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
208. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
209. In Tara's Halls 5/15/2001
210. Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites 5/15/2001
211. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001
212. Baile And Aillinn 5/15/2001
213. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
214. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
215. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland 5/15/2001
216. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
217. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
218. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
219. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
220. Church And State 5/15/2001
221. Spilt Milk 5/16/2001
222. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
223. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
224. High Talk 5/15/2001
225. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
226. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
227. The Fascination Of What's Difficult 5/17/2001
228. Mohini Chatterjee 5/15/2001
229. Reconciliation 5/15/2001
230. The Magi 5/17/2001
231. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001
232. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
233. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
234. Solomon And The Witch 5/16/2001
235. The Dolls 5/17/2001
236. Lines Written In Dejection 5/15/2001
237. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
238. An Appointment 5/15/2001
239. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
240. Girl's Song 1/13/2003

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • Dan Prichard (6/13/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    We made this short film, inspired by Yeats' 'When you are old and grey', here: http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=qyDEEQoVqjY&feature=plcp The film explores the power of poetry and the experience of first love, using Yeats' work as its text. Hope you enjoy.

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  • Barbara Nixon Barbara Nixon (4/12/2012 12:55:00 PM)

    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

  • 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

An Acre Of Grass

PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end

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