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Category : W.B. Yeats
Are You Content?
"I call on those that call me son, grandson, or great-grandson..."
Wild Swans at Coole
"The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry..."
"We sat together at one summer's end..."
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain ...
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