William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. News For The Delphic Oracle 5/15/2001
202. Baile And Aillinn 5/15/2001
203. Mohini Chatterjee 5/15/2001
204. Reconciliation 5/15/2001
205. Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped 5/16/2001
206. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
207. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
208. Wisdom 5/17/2001
209. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
210. Church And State 5/15/2001
211. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
212. What Then? 5/17/2001
213. Old Memory 5/15/2001
214. Faery Song 1/3/2003
215. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
216. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
217. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
218. High Talk 5/15/2001
219. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
220. Solomon To Sheba 5/16/2001
221. Running To Paradise 5/15/2001
222. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
223. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
224. On A Political Prisoner 5/15/2001
225. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
226. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001
227. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
228. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
229. Solomon And The Witch 5/16/2001
230. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
231. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
232. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
233. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
234. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
235. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
236. Parting 1/13/2003
237. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
238. An Appointment 5/15/2001
239. A Nativity 5/15/2001
240. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • 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

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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