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    The Wild Swans at Coole
    The Wild Swans at Coole
    The Wild Swans at Coole
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    The Wild Swans at Coole

    By W B Yeats

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 21, 2019
    ISBN4057664652775
    The Wild Swans at Coole
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    W B Yeats

    William Butler Yeats was born in 1865 in County Dublin. With his much-loved early poems such as 'The Stolen Child', and 'He Remembers Forgotten Beauty', he defined the Celtic Twilight mood of the late-Victorian period and led the Irish Literary Renaissance. Yet his style evolved constantly, and he is acknowledged as a major figure in literary modernism and twentieth-century European letters. T. S. Eliot described him as 'one of those few whose history is the history of their own time, who are part of the consciousness of an age which cannot be understood without them'. W. B. Yeats died in 1939.

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      The Wild Swans at Coole - W B Yeats

      W. B. Yeats

      The Wild Swans at Coole

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4057664652775

      Table of Contents

      PREFACE

      THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE

      IN MEMORY OF MAJOR ROBERT GREGORY

      1

      2

      3

      4

      5

      6

      7

      8

      9

      10

      11

      12

      AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH

      MEN IMPROVE WITH THE YEARS

      THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE

      UNDER THE ROUND TOWER

      SOLOMON TO SHEBA

      THE LIVING BEAUTY

      A SONG

      TO A YOUNG BEAUTY

      TO A YOUNG GIRL

      THE SCHOLARS

      TOM O'ROUGHLEY

      THE SAD SHEPHERD

      LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION

      THE DAWN

      ON WOMAN

      THE FISHERMAN

      THE HAWK

      MEMORY

      HER PRAISE

      THE PEOPLE

      HIS PHOENIX

      A THOUGHT FROM PROPERTIUS

      BROKEN DREAMS

      A DEEP-SWORN VOW

      PRESENCES

      THE BALLOON OF THE MIND

      TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-GNO

      ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM

      IN MEMORY OF ALFRED POLLEXFEN

      UPON A DYING LADY

      I

      HER COURTESY

      II

      CERTAIN ARTISTS BRING HER DOLLS AND DRAWINGS

      III

      SHE TURNS THE DOLLS' FACES TO THE WALL

      IV

      THE END OF DAY

      V

      HER RACE

      VI

      HER COURAGE

      VII

      HER FRIENDS BRING HER A CHRISTMAS TREE

      EGO DOMINUS TUUS

      A PRAYER ON GOING INTO MY HOUSE

      THE PHASES OF THE MOON

      THE CAT AND THE MOON

      THE SAINT AND THE HUNCHBACK

      TWO SONGS OF A FOOL

      I

      II

      ANOTHER SONG OF A FOOL

      THE DOUBLE VISION OF MICHAEL ROBARTES

      I

      II

      III

      PREFACE

      Table of Contents

      This book is, in part, a reprint of The Wild Swans at Coole, printed a year ago on my sister's hand-press at Dundrum, Co. Dublin. I have not, however, reprinted a play which may be a part of a book of new plays suggested by the dance plays of Japan, and I have added a number of new poems. Michael Robartes and John Aherne, whose names occur in one or other of these, are characters in some stories I wrote years ago, who have once again become a part of the phantasmagoria through which I can alone express my convictions about the world. I have the fancy that I read the name John Aherne among those of men prosecuted for making a disturbance at the first production of The Play Boy, which may account for his animosity to myself.

      W. B. Y.

      Ballylee, Co. Galway

      ,

      September 1918.

      THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE

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      The trees are in their autumn beauty,

      The woodland paths are dry,

      Under the October twilight the water

      Mirrors a still sky;

      Upon the brimming water among the stones

      Are nine and fifty swans.

      The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me

      Since I first made my count;

      I saw, before I had well finished,

      All suddenly mount

      And scatter wheeling in great

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