Category Archives: W. B. Yeats 1865 – 1939

September 1913

September 1913 by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the … Continue reading

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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, … Continue reading

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“Education is n…

“Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.” W. B. Yeats

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When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When You Are Old – Read by Tom Hiddleston When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had … Continue reading

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“Being Irish, h…

“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” – William Butler Yeats

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