William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A Friend's Illness

Sickness brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed
Against a soul?

1. The Mask
2. To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
3. Upon a House Shaken by the Land Agitation
4. On Hearing That the Students of Our New University Have Joined the Ancient Order of Hibernians and the Agitation against Immoral Literature
5. These Are the Clouds

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