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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

The Attack on The “Play Boy”

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat
Staring upon his sinewy thigh.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

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Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen

Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitu… protected from the circle of the moon That pitches common things about. Ther… Amid the ornamental bronze and stone

#1928 #TheTower

Love’s Loneliness

Old fathers, great-grandfathers, Rise as kindred should. If ever lover’s loneliness Came where you stood, Pray that Heaven protect us

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Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland

THE old brown thorn-trees break in two… Under a bitter black wind that blows fro… Our courage breaks like an old tree in a… But we have hidden in our hearts the fla… Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because of His Many Moods

If this importunate heart trouble your p… With words lighter than air, Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and… Crumple the rose in your hair; And cover your lips with odorous twiligh…

#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds

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Two Years Later

HAS no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn’d? Or warned you how despairing The moths are when they are burned? I could have warned you; but you are you…

At Algeciras

The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits to light In the rich midnight of the garden trees

A Meditation in Time of War

FOR one throb of the artery, While on that old grey stone I Sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate, Mankind inanimate fantasy’.

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A Cradle Song

The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God’s laughing in Heaven

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A Woman Homer Sung

If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’ And shook with hate and fear. But O! ‘twas bitter wrong

#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

Lapis Lazuli

(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-… Of poets that are always gay, For everybody knows or else should know

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The Old Age of Queen Maeve

A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane… Talked1 of his country and its people, s… To some stringed instrument none there h… A wall behind his back, over his head

A Dramatic Poem

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stag...

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The Sorrow of Love

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves… The full round moon and the star—laden s… And the loud song of the ever—singing le… Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournfu…

High Talk

PROCESSIONS that lack high stilts h… What if my great-granddad had a pair tha… And mine were but fifteen foot, no moder… Some rogue of the world stole them to pa… Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged…

The Statesman’s Holiday

I LIVED among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. No Oscar ruled the table,




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