Great poems

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Death & Fame

© Allen Ginsberg

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery

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The Road

© Richard Jones

I, too, would ease my old car to a stop
on the side of some country road
and count the stars or admire a sunset
or sit quietly through an afternoon....

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The Two Kings

© William Butler Yeats

King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire,

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The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus

© William Butler Yeats

Behold that great Plotinus swim,
Buffeted by such seas;
Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him,
But the Golden Race looks dim,

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The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers

© William Butler Yeats

The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept,
The Polar Dragon slept,

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Shepherd And Goatherd

© William Butler Yeats

Shepherd. He that was best in every country sport
And every country craft, and of us all
Most courteous to slow age and hasty youth,
Is dead.

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The Grey Rock

© William Butler Yeats

'The Danish troop was driven out
Between the dawn and dusk,' she said;
'Although the event was long in doubt.
Although the King of Ireland's dead
And half the kings, before sundown
All was accomplished.

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Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower'

© William Butler Yeats

Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?
All those tragic characters ride

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The People

© William Butler Yeats

'What have I earned for all that work,' I said,
'For all that I have done at my own charge?
The daily spite of this unmannerly town,
Where who has served the most is most defaned,

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Under The Round Tower

© William Butler Yeats

'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen
A deal I'd sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neighbours,'
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
'Stretch bones till the daylight come
On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'

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Model For The Laureate

© William Butler Yeats

On thrones from China to Peru
All sorts of kings have sat
That men and women of all sorts
proclaimed both good and great;

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Mohini Chatterjee

© William Butler Yeats

I asked if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
'pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,

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A Statesman's Holiday

© William Butler Yeats

I lived among great houses,
Riches drove out rank,
Base drove out the better blood,
And mind and body shrank.

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He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved

© William Butler Yeats

Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
They have spoken against you everywhere,
But weigh this song with the great and their pride;
I made it out of a mouthful of air,
Their children's children shall say they have lied.

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The O'Rahilly

© William Butler Yeats

Sing of the O'Rahilly,
Do not deny his right;
Sing a 'the' before his name;
Allow that he, despite

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The Nineteenth Century And After

© William Butler Yeats

Though the great song return no more
There's keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.

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Michael Robartes And The Dancer

© William Butler Yeats

He. Put it so;
But bear in mind your lover's wage
Is what your looking-glass can show,
And that he will turn green with rage
At all that is not pictured there.

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A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth

© William Butler Yeats

Laughter not time destroyed my voice
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon's pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,

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Baile And Aillinn

© William Butler Yeats

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the
Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land
among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so
that their hearts were broken and they died.

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In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen

© William Butler Yeats

Five-and-twenty years have gone
Since old William pollexfen
Laid his strong bones down in death
By his wife Elizabeth