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Introductory Rhymes
Author: William Butler Yeats
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Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet
Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 565 words
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CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College, Cork
College Road, Cork, Irelandhttp://www.ucc.ie/celt (2012) Distributed by CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland.
Text ID Number: E910001-001
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Sources
Bibliography- A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html
The edition used in the digital edition- William Butler Yeats Introductory Rhymes in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 12
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Names of persons (given names), and places are not tagged. Terms for cultural and social roles are not tagged.
Profile Description
Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
(January 1914)
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-001
Introductory Rhymes: Author: William Butler Yeats
p.1
January 1914
- Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,
Old Dublin merchant 'free of ten and four'
Or trading out of Galway into Spain;
And country scholar, Robert Emmet's friend,
A hundred-year-old memory to the poor;
Traders or soldiers who have left me blood
That has not passed through any huxter's loin,
Pardon, and you that did not weigh the cost,
Old Butlers when you took to horse and stood
Beside the brackish waters of the Boyne
Till your bad master blenched and all was lost;
p.2
You merchant skipper that leaped overboard
After a ragged hat in Biscay Bay,
You most of all, silent and fierce old man
Because you were the spectacle that stirred
My fancy, and set my boyish lips to say
Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun;
Pardon that for a barren passion's sake,
Although I have come close on forty-nine
I have no child, I have nothing but a book,
Nothing but that to prove your blood and mine.