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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
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Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
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O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.
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I--though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the tomb--play a predestined part. Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
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I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do, He died upon the gallows But that is nothing new.
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When Walt Whitman writes in seeming defiance of tradition, he needs tradition for his protection, for the butcher and the baker and the candlestick-maker grow merry over him when they meet his work by chance.
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O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
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I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
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An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
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I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.
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For wisdom is the property of the dead, A something incompatible with life and power, Like everything that has the stain of blood, A property of the living but no stain Can come upon the visage of the moon When it has looked in glory from a cloud.
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The hare grows old as she plays in the sun And gazes around her with eyes of brightness Before the swift things that she dreamed of were done She limps along in an aged whiteness.
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How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
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Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
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A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.
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Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.
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I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
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Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
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Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war?
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Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day.
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Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
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