William Butler Yeats
Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet
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What shall I do for pretty girls
Now my old bawd is dead?
Now my old bawd is dead?
Last Poems, 1936-1939, John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore
Nothing that we love overmuch
Is ponderable to our touch.
Is ponderable to our touch.
Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921. Towards Break of Day
A thought
Of that late death took all my heart for speech.
Of that late death took all my heart for speech.
The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. In Memory of Major Robert Gregory
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk that way?
Did their Catullus walk that way?
The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. The Scholars
And I may dine at journey's end
With Landor and with Donne.
With Landor and with Donne.
The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. To a Young Beauty
Whatever flames upon the night
Man's own resinous heart has fed.
Man's own resinous heart has fed.
The Tower, 1928. Two Songs from a Play
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat.
A crazy salad with their meat.
Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921. A Prayer for My Daughter
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
All perform their tragic play,
There struts Hamlet, there is Lear.
There struts Hamlet, there is Lear.
Last Poems, 1936-1939, Lapis Lazuli
Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
Last Poems, 1936-1939, Under Ben Bulben
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