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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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Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake

... Tune: Paistin Finn III would that I were an old beggar ...

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Crazy Jane Reproved

... To round that shell's elaborate whorl, ...

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The Peacock

... The wind-beaten, stone-grey, ...

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Crazy Jane On The Mountain

... Thereupon Propped upon my two knees, ...

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To A Young Girl

... What makes your heart beat so ...

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A Stick Of Incense

... Saint Joseph thought the world would melt ...

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Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland

... And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say ...

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The Old Stone Cross

... Said the man in the golden breastplate ...

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The Crazed Moon

... What manhood led the dance!Fly-catchers of the moon, ...

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The Lady's Third Song

... And he plays tunes between your feet ...

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The Tower

... And followed up those baying creatures towards -O towards I have forgotten what - enough! ...

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Cuchulan's Fight With The Sea

... ''The dooms of men are in God's hidden place,''Your head a while seemed like a woman's head ...

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A Woman Homer Sung

... I thought, 'He holds her dear,' ...

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Three Marching Songs

... IIThe soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain, ...

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The Madness Of King Goll

... ' They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old ...