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William Butler Yeats. (1865–1939) (continued)

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I would mould a world of fire and dew 1
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.

Land of Heart’s Desire.

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Land of Heart’s Desire,
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.

Land of Heart’s Desire.

Alfred Cochrane. (1865– ?)

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    Her reasoning is full of tricks
  And butterfly suggestions,
I know no point to which she sticks;
  She begs the simplest questions,
And, when her premises are strong
She always draws her inference wrong.

Upon Lebia Arguing.

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I once admitted—to my shame—
That football was a brutal game.
Because She hates it.

To Anthea.

Madison Julius Cawein. (1865– ?)

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At daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.

Quiet.

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Some shall reap that never sow
And some shall toil and not attain.

Success.

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A moonlight traveler in Fancy’s land.

Unqualified.

Note 1.
See FitzGerald: Omar Khayyám. Rubaiyat, lxxiii.
Ah Love! could Thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would we not shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire! [back]

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