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    Is month ''William Butler Yeats'' poetry share karni thi.

    ye rahi sab ki sharings..


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    Aap Apni Sharing Ko Khud Vote Ni Kar Saktay...
    Polling Ki Last Date 28th April 2014 Hai...
    Winner 50% Polling Aur 50% Admins Decide Karay Ge

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    thefire1

    XV. Three Things

    `O CRUEL Death, give three things back,'
    Sang a bone upon the shore;
    `A child found all a child can lack,
    Whether of pleasure or of rest,

    Upon the abundance of my breast':

    A bone wave−whitened and dried in the wind.

    `Three dear things that women know,
    '
    Sang a bhone upon the shore;`
    A man if I but held him so

    When my body was alive
    Found all the pleasure that life gave':
    A bone wave−whitened and dried in the wind.

    `The third thing that I think of yet,
    '
    Sang a bone upon the shore,
    'Is that morning when I met

    attiaahsan

    A Dream Of Death

    I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
    Near no accustomed hand,
    And they had nailed the boards above her face,
    The peasants of that land,
    Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
    And raised above her mound
    A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
    And planted cypress round;
    And left her to the indifferent stars above
    Until I carved these words:
    i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
    i{But now lies under boards.}
    William Butler Yeats

    LoViNg IrFaN

    Old Memory

    O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end of day
    Awakens an old memory, and say,
    'Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind,
    It might call up a new age, calling to mind
    The queens that were imagined long ago,
    Is but half yours: he kneaded in the dough
    Through the long years of youth, and who would have thought
    It all, and more than it all, would come to naught,
    And that dear words meant nothing?' But enough,
    For when we have blamed the wind we can blame love;
    Or, if there needs be more, be nothing said
    That would be harsh for children that have strayed.


    William Butler Yeats


    YouthFul


    When you are old
    William Butler Yeats
    _______________________

    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 once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

    ~HaAni~

    THE true faith discovered was
    When painted panel, statuary.
    Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
    Amended what was told awry
    By some peasant gospeller;
    Swept the Sawdust from the floor
    Of that working-carpenter.
    Miracle had its playtime where
    In damask clothed and on a seat
    Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded,
    His majestic Mother sat
    Stitching at a purple hoarded
    That He might be nobly breeched
    In starry towers of Babylon
    Noah's freshet never reached.
    King Abundance got Him on
    Innocence; and Wisdom He.
    That cognomen sounded best

    William Butler Yeats

    *jamshed*

    A Cradle Song


    THE angels are stooping
    Above your bed;
    They weary of trooping
    With the whimpering dead.
    God's laughing in Heaven
    To see you so good;
    The Sailing Seven
    Are gay with His mood.
    I sigh that kiss you,
    For I must own
    That I shall miss you
    When you have grown.



    William Butler Yeats















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