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About W.B. Yeats
William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish symbolist poet, dramatist and mystic. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923. He compiled the Oxford Book of Modern Verse.
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Additional quotes by W.B. Yeats
What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.
Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.