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W. B. Yeats

The Second Coming

By Mr. D. Sader Posted on April 20, 2015 Posted in W. B. Yeats

William Butler Yeats 1865–1939 Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony …

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The Wild Swans at Coole

By Mr. D. Sader Posted on April 15, 2015 Posted in W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939 The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. …

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Sailing to Byzantium

By Mr. D. Sader Posted on April 15, 2015 Posted in W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939 That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees —Those dying generations—at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer …

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The Stolen Child

By Mr. D. Sader Posted on February 27, 2014 Posted in W. B. Yeats

“The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berries And …

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