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"Yeats" redirects here. For other uses, see Yeats (disambiguation).Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet and playwright, co-founder of Abbey Theatre William Butler Yeats photographed in 1903 by Alice Boughton William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – ...
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William Butler Yeats Poems

  • What Magic Drum?
    He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing
    primordial Motherhood forsake his limbs, the child no
    longer rest, ...
  • Conjunctions
    If Jupiter and Saturn meet,
    What a cop of mummy wheat!
    The sword's a cross; thereon He died:
    On breast of Mars the goddess sighed....
  • The Four Ages Of Man
    He with body waged a fight,
    But body won; it walks upright.
    Then he struggled with the heart;
    Innocence and peace depart. ...
  • Ribb Considers Christian Love Insufficient
    Why should I seek for love or study it?
    It is of God and passes human wit.
    I study hatred with great diligence,
    For that's a passion in my own control, ...
  • On Those That Hated "the Playboy Of The Western World"
    Once, when midnight smote the air,
    Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
    On every crowded street to stare
    Upon great Juan riding by: ...
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Heart 152 I Love You 145 Love 145 Great 142 Night 122 Long 114 Thought 113 Young 110 Away 107 Time 104

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  • Erchenlu1: “happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, we are happy when we are growing.” - william butler yeats
  • Bestquote85: being irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. -william butler yeats -saint patrick's day
  • Mtwouldberaees: "life is a long preparation for something that never happens." ~william butler yeats [1865-1939] [the irish poet and playwright]
  • Mtwouldberaees: "what can be explained is not poetry." ~william butler yeats [1865-1939] [the irish poet and playwright]
  • Tornado_g: though leaves are many, the root is one; through all the lying days of my youth i swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; now i may wither into the truth. william butler yeats
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