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W. B. Yeats - His Life and Poems


Irish rebellion of Easter, 1916, moved him deeply. In 1917, he married Georgie Hyde-Lees, who bore him a daughter and a son. In 1922 he became a senator of the founded Irish Free State. For six years he served as Minister of Fine Arts in the Dublin Cabinet. In 1923, Yeats received the Nobel Prize for literature. Yeats continued to play an active role in Irish life for the following several years. In 1932, he made the last of several trips to the United States. In 1938, his health began to fail, he moved to South France. He died on January 28, 1939 and was buried near Nice. In 1948, his body was returned to Ireland and was laid to rest in Drumcliff Churchyard, near the town of Sligo. .
             Yeats was proud, sensitive, courageous and independent as a great poet and playwright. Yeats successfully made his poetry embody the truth of his life. As if to carry this truth beyond the grave, he wrote his own famous epitaph on his tombstone. They are the last words in his Collected Poems: "Cast a cold eye on life, on death, Horseman, pass by!" .
             Ⅱ.The Poem "For Anne Gregory." W. B. Yeats was the greatest figure in the poetry of the early part of 20th century. His work covered fifty years. Yeats' early lyrical poetry and drama drew inspiration from Irish legend, but his later writing became increasingly engaged with his own time. In his later work, his themes became more universal. His main subject was the way in which the world and the people in it are divided, and how they can be made a whole. The following were two poems written in his old age. The first poem is like a conversation taking place between the elderly poet and the lovely young girl, Anne Gregory, She was, in fact, the granddaughter of Lady Gregory, Yeats' friends and patron.
             For Anne Gregory .
             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.


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