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The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
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Playwright
Poet
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Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
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Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand.
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