This Views Poetry |
These are the Clouds | ||||
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These are the clouds about the fallen sun, |
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W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) | ||||
Collected Works: Volume I: The Poems (1989)
# 107 |
A Friends Illness | ||||
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Sickness brought me this |
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W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) | ||||
Collected Works: Volume I: The Poems (1989)
# 109 |
To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing | ||||
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Now all the truth is out, |
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W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) | ||||
Collected
Works: Volume I: The Poems (1989) # 116 ed. Richard J. Finneran |
Triad | ||||
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From the Silence of Time, Times Silence borrow. In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow. The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow. |
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William Sharp (1856-1902) | ||||
Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400 |
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