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No second Troy

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: 500 words

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CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College, Cork
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(2012)

Distributed by CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland.
Text ID Number: E910001-036

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Sources

    Bibliography
  1. 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
  1. William Butler Yeats No second Troy in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 91

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Profile Description

Created: By William Butler Yeats (1865–1939). Date range: before 1916.

Use of language

Language: [EN] The poem is in English.

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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-036

No second Troy: Author: William Butler Yeats


p.91

  1. Why should I blame her that she filled my days
    With misery, or that she would of late
    Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
    Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
    Had they but courage equal to desire?
    What could have made her peaceful with a mind
    That nobleness made simple as a fire,
    With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
    That is not natural in an age like this,
    Being high and solitary and most stern?
    Why, what could she have done being what she is?
    Was there another Troy for her to burn?