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To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing
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: 493 words
Publication
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: E910001-006
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The works by W. B. Yeats are in the public domain. This electronic text is available with prior consent of the CELT programme for purposes of private or academic research and teaching.
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 To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 34
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CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts
Sampling Declaration
The whole selection.
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Correction
Text has been proof-read twice.
Normalization
The electronic text represents the edited text. Lines (or parts of them) reproduced in italics in the printed edition are tagged hi rend="ital".
Hyphenation
The editorial practice of the hard-copy editor has been retained.
Segmentation
div0 =the poem, stanzas are marked lg.
Interpretation
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).
Date range: before 1916.
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Revision History
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-006
To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing: Author: William Butler Yeats
p.34
- Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.