William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
242. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
243. The Tower 5/17/2001
244. The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water 5/17/2001
245. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland 5/15/2001
246. Drinking Song 1/3/2003
247. An Image From A Past Life 5/15/2001
248. The Hawk 5/17/2001
249. The Dawn 5/17/2001
250. His Dream 1/13/2003
251. Father And Child 1/13/2003
252. Under The Moon 5/17/2001
253. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
254. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
255. Another Song Of A Fool 1/13/2003
256. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
257. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
258. The Lady's First Song 5/17/2001
259. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
260. At Galway Races 5/15/2001
261. The Phases Of The Moon 5/17/2001
262. The Song Of The Happy Shepherd 5/17/2001
263. Who Goes With Fergus? 5/17/2001
264. Spilt Milk 5/16/2001
265. Wisdom 5/17/2001
266. Two Songs From A Play 1/3/2003
267. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
268. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
269. A Man Young And Old: Viii. Summer And Spring 1/13/2003
270. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
271. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
272. Sixteen Dead Men 5/16/2001
273. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
274. Peace 5/15/2001
275. To Ireland In The Coming Times 5/17/2001
276. September 5/16/2001
277. Consolation 1/13/2003
278. From A Full Moon In March 5/15/2001
279. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
280. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • (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.

  • 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

The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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