William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
242. Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman 1/13/2003
243. The Fascination Of What's Difficult 5/17/2001
244. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
245. Chosen 1/13/2003
246. The Magi 5/17/2001
247. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
248. The Dolls 5/17/2001
249. Lines Written In Dejection 5/15/2001
250. Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 1/3/2003
251. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
252. Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers 1/13/2003
253. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
254. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
255. Lullaby 1/13/2003
256. An Appointment 5/15/2001
257. Beggar To Beggar Cried 5/15/2001
258. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
259. Girl's Song 1/13/2003
260. Consolation 1/13/2003
261. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
262. At Galway Races 5/15/2001
263. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
264. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
265. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
266. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
267. Wisdom 5/17/2001
268. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
269. Meditations In Time Of Civil War 5/15/2001
270. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
271. Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931 1/13/2003
272. Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 1/3/2003
273. September 5/16/2001
274. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
275. He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace 5/15/2001
276. Father And Child 1/13/2003
277. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
278. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
279. Parting 1/13/2003
280. The Secret Rose 5/17/2001

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

A Faery Song

i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,}
i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.}

WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;

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