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id: 31959
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Seven Poems and a Fragment
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flesch: 79
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summary:
  Such thought--such thought have I that hold it tight Till meditation master all its parts, Nothing can stay my glance Until that glance run in the world's despite To where the damned have howled away their hearts, And where the blessed dance; Such thought, that in it bound I need no other thing Wound in mind's wandering, He loved strange thought And knew that sweet extremity of pride That's called platonic love, And that to such a pitch of passion wrought Nothing could bring him, when his lady died, Anodyne for his love.


id: 15153
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Land of Heart's Desire
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words: 4399
sentence: 383
flesch: 97
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summary:
  MAIRE BRUIN _sits on the settle reading a yellow manuscript. MAIRE BRUIN _stays on the settle as if in a trance of terror.


id: 33321
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Two plays for dancers
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words: 6648
sentence: 378
flesch: 90
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summary:
  EMER What one among the Sidhe has dared to lie Upon Cuchulain's bed and take his image? FIGURE of CUCHULAIN I am named Bricriu--not the man--that Bricriu, Maker of discord among gods and men, Called Bricriu of the Sidhe. WOMAN of the SIDHE Was it from pity that you hid the truth That men are bound to women by the wrongs They do or suffer? FIGURE of CUCHULAIN You know what being I am.


id: 30488
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Green Helmet and Other Poems
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words: 6907
sentence: 350
flesch: 90
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summary:
  And now, being gray, I dream that I have brought To such a pitch my thought That coming time can say, He shadowed in a glass What thing her body was. [_He places the Helmet on CUCHULAIN'S head_]


id: 43611
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Tables of the Law; & The Adoration of the Magi
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sentence: 188
flesch: 63
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summary:
  Those two chapters tell of men and women who railed upon their parents, remembering that their god was older than the god of their parents; and that which has the sword of Michael for an emblem commends the kings that wrought secret murder and so won for their people a peace that was _amore somnoque gravata et vestibus versicoloribus_, heavy with love and sleep and many-coloured raiment; and that with the pale star at the closing has the lives of the noble youths who loved the wives of others and were transformed into memories, which have transformed many poorer hearts into sweet flames; and that with the winged head is the history of the robbers who lived upon the sea or in the desert, lives which it compares to the twittering of the string of a bow, _nervi stridentis instar_; and those two last, that are fire and gold, are devoted to the satirists who bore false witness against their neighbours and yet illustrated eternal wrath, and to those that have coveted more than other men the house of God, and all things that are His, which no man has seen and handled, except in madness and in dreams. Why do you fly from our torches that were made out of sweet wood, after it had perished from the world and come to us who made it of old times with our breath?'


id: 5794
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Rosa Alchemica
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words: 7811
sentence: 154
flesch: 48
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summary:
  And then I passed beyond these forms, which were so beautiful they had almost ceased to be, and, having endured strange moods, melancholy, as it seemed, with the weight of many worlds, I passed into that Death which is Beauty herself, and into that Loneliness which all the multitudes desire without ceasing. I opened the door, and found myself in a marvellous passage, along whose sides were many divinities wrought in a mosaic, not less beautiful than the mosaic in the Baptistery at Ravenna, but of a less severe beauty; the predominant colour of each divinity, which was surely a symbolic colour, being repeated in the lamps that hung from the ceiling, a curiously-scented lamp before every divinity.


id: 32491
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Wild Swans at Coole
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words: 9622
sentence: 388
flesch: 81
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summary:
  O heart, we are old, The living beauty is for younger men, We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing Because it was your prayer Recovered him upon the bed of death.


id: 33087
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Discoveries: A Volume of Essays
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words: 10804
sentence: 286
flesch: 58
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summary:
  Emotion, on the other hand, grows intoxicating and delightful after it has been enriched with the memory of old emotions, with all the uncounted flavours of old experience, and it is necessarily an antiquity of thought, emotions that have been deepened by the experiences of many men of genius, that distinguishes the cultivated man. I have always come to this certainty, what moves natural men in the arts is what moves them in life, and that is, intensity of personal life, intonations that show them in a book or a play, the strength, the essential moment of a man who would be exciting in the market or at the dispensary door.


id: 8557
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Synge and the Ireland of His Time
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words: 10890
sentence: 285
flesch: 59
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summary:
  A patriotic journalism which had seen in Synge's capricious imagination the enemy of all it would have young men believe, had for years prepared for this hour, by that which is at once the greatest and most ignoble power of journalism, the art of repeating a name again and again with some ridiculous or evil association. Synge had indeed no obvious ideals, as these are understood by young men, and even as I think disliked them, for he once complained to me that our modern poetry was but the poetry 'of the lyrical boy,' and this lack makes his art have a strange wildness and coldness, as of a man born in some far-off spacious land and time.


id: 32233
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Wind Among the Reeds
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words: 11496
sentence: 366
flesch: 74
cache: cache/32233.txt
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summary:
  O'Driscoll scattered the cards And out of his dream awoke: Old men and young men and young girls Were gone like a drifting smoke; But he heard high up in the air A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay. BREASAL THE FISHERMAN Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net, And how you have leaped times out of mind Over the little silver cords, And think that you were hard and unkind, And blame you with many bitter words. MICHAEL ROBARTES REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY 27 A POET TO HIS BELOVED 29 AEDH GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES 30 TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR 31 THE CAP AND BELLS 32 THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK PIG 35 MICHAEL ROBARTES ASKS FORGIVENESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANY MOODS 37 AEDH TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS 40 AEDH TELLS OF THE PERFECT BEAUTY 42 AEDH HEARS THE CRY OF THE SEDGE 43 AEDH THINKS OF THOSE WHO HAVE SPOKEN EVIL OF HIS BELOVED 44 THE BLESSED 45 THE SECRET ROSE 47 HANRAHAN LAMENTS BECAUSE OF HIS WANDERINGS 51 THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION 52 THE POET PLEADS WITH HIS FRIEND FOR OLD FRIENDS 54 HANRAHAN SPEAKS TO THE LOVERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS 55 AEDH PLEADS WITH THE ELEMENTAL POWERS 57 AEDH WISHES HIS BELOVED WERE DEAD 59 AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN 60 MONGAN THINKS OF HIS PAST GREATNESS 61 NOTES 65 THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE


id: 5793
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Stories of Red Hanrahan
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words: 14784
sentence: 404
flesch: 74
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summary:
  One of the young men said, 'It isn't much of the riches of the world has stopped with yourself, old man,' and he looked at the old man's bare feet, and they all laughed. Then he saw a crowd coming up to the cabin from the road, and he took notice that all the crowd was made up of old men, and that the leaders of it were Paddy Bruen, Michael Gill and Paddy Doe, and there was not one in the crowd but had in his hand an ash stick or a blackthorn.


id: 33338
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Per Amica Silentia Lunae
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words: 13396
sentence: 444
flesch: 66
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summary:
  There are indeed certain men whose art is less an opposing virtue than a compensation for some accident of health or circumstance. One met everywhere young men of letters who talked of magic.


id: 5167
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Countess Cathleen
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words: 14287
sentence: 1168
flesch: 95
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summary:
  Deux jours apr`es, les ordres de la pieuse Ketty `etaient ex`ecues et le tr`esor `etait distribu`e aux pauvres au fur et `a mesure de leurs besoins. Mais, huit jours, c'`etait un si`ecle: huit jours n`ecessitaient une somme immense pour subvenir aux exigences de la disette, et les pauvres allaient ou expirer dans les angoisses de la faim, ou, reniant les saintes maximes de l'Evangile, vendre `a vil prix leur `ame, le plus beau pr`esent de la munificence du Seigneur toutpuissant.


id: 36865
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Responsibilities, and other poems
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words: 17938
sentence: 999
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Oh yes, there has; some craziness has fallen from the wind, or risen from the graves of old men, and made you choose that subject. WISE MAN That passage, that passage!


id: 6865
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Four Years
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words: 21577
sentence: 678
flesch: 63
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summary:
  I was convinced, from some obscure meditation, that Stevenson's conversational method had joined him to my elders and to the indifferent world, as though it were right for old men, and unambitious men and all women, to be content with charm and humour. When I think of him, the antithesis that is the foundation of human nature being ever in my sight, I see his crippled legs as though he were some Vulcan perpetually forging swords for other men to use; and certainly I always thought of C..., a fine classical scholar, a pale and seemingly gentle man, as our chief swordsman and bravo.


id: 5795
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Secret Rose
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words: 22413
sentence: 612
flesch: 71
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summary:
  Costello fumbled at the bag in which he carried his money, and it was some time before it would open, for the hand that had overcome many men shook with fear and hope. For the next few days Duallach went hither and thither trying to raise a bodyguard, and every man he met had some story of Costello, how he killed the wrestler when but a boy by so straining at the belt that went about them both that he broke the big wrestler's back; how when somewhat older he dragged fierce horses through a ford in the Unchion for a wager; how when he came to manhood he broke the steel horseshoe in Mayo; how he drove many men before him through Rushy Meadow at Drum-an-air because of a malevolent song they had about his poverty; and of many another deed of his strength and pride; but he could find none who would trust themselves with any so passionate and poor in a quarrel with careful and wealthy persons like Dermott of the Sheep and Namara of the Lake.


id: 33348
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Reveries over Childhood and Youth
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words: 32448
sentence: 1102
flesch: 72
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summary:
  From that on I wandered about raths and faery hills and questioned old women and old men and, when I was tired out or unhappy, began to long for some such end as True Thomas found. My uncle had the respect of the common people as few Sligo men have had it; he would have thought a stronger emotion an intrusion on his privacy.


id: 10459
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Celtic Twilight
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words: 40123
sentence: 1617
flesch: 82
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summary:
  There were fine passages in all, but these were often embedded in thoughts which have evidently a special value to his mind, but are to other men the counters of an unknown coinage. These two men were of the size of living men, but the others were small.


id: 38877
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Poems
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words: 37729
sentence: 1977
flesch: 89
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summary:
  CATHLEEN Old man, old man, He never closed a door And we rode on the plains of the sea's edge; the sea's edge barren and gray, Gray sand on the green of the grasses and over the dripping trees, Dripping and doubling landward, as though they would hasten away Like an army of old men longing for rest from the moan of the seas.


id: 33094
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Cutting of an Agate
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words: 46720
sentence: 1243
flesch: 59
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summary:
  These gods are indeed more wise and beautiful than men; but men, when they are great men, are stronger than they are, for men are, as it were, the foaming tide-line of their sea. Emotion, on the other hand, grows intoxicating and delightful after it has been enriched with the memory of old emotions, with all the uncounted flavours of old experience; and it is necessarily some antiquity of thought, emotions that have been deepened by the experiences of many men of genius, that distinguishes the cultivated man.


id: 32884
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Ideas of Good and Evil
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words: 57182
sentence: 1417
flesch: 57
cache: cache/32884.txt
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summary:
  The Divine Comedy_ will be laid, one imagines, with some ceremony in that immortal wastepaper-basket in which Time carries with many sighs the failures of great men. The gatherers mock all expression that is wholly unlike their own, just as little boys in the street mock at strangely-dressed people and at old men who talk to themselves.


id: 33505
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Trembling of the Veil
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words: 71630
sentence: 2142
flesch: 62
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summary:
  Henceforth no mind made like a perfectly proportioned human body shall sway the public, for great men must live in a portion of themselves, become professional and abstract; but seeing that the moon's third quarter is scarce passed, that abstraction has attained but not passed its climax, that a half, as I affirm it, of the twenty-second night still lingers, they may subdue and conquer; cherish, even, some Utopian dream; spread abstraction ever further till thought is but a film, and there is no dark depth any more, surface only. I have known men come to London full of bright prospects and seen them complete wrecks in a few months through a habit of answering letters.


