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Locke sank into a swoon The Garden died God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
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Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
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Though pedantry denies, It's plain the Bible means That Solomon grew wise While talking with his queens.
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