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Born in June 13, 1865 / Died in January 28, 1939 / Ireland / English

Poems by William Butler Yeats

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The Wild Old Wicked Man

... ' Daybreak and a candlc-end ...

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In Tara's Halls

... I think That something is about to happen, I think ...

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The Fascination Of What's Difficult

... Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt ...

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The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart

... made, like a casket of goldFor my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart ...

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A Meditation In Time Of War

... While on that old grey stone I Sat ...

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The Song Of The Happy Shepherd

... dream thou! For fair are poppies on the brow: ...

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The Witch

... To be brought To the chamber where ...

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The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes

... ''What do you build with sails for flight ...

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A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness

... Being all alone I'd nurse a stone ...

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To A Young Beauty

... There is not a fool can call me friend, ...

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The Wheel

... Because the spring-time has not come - ...

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On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac

... but now I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found ...

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His Dream

... Cried out the whole night long,Crying amid the glittering sea, ...

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Solomon And The Witch

... Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed, ...

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He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty

... And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: ...