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At Galway Races
Author: William Butler Yeats
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: 497 words
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Text ID Number: E910001-050
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- 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 At Galway Races in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 112
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Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
Date range: before 1916.
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Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-050
At Galway Races: Author: William Butler Yeats
- There where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping horses,
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,
Hearers and hearteners of the work;
Aye, horsemen for companions,
Before the merchant and the clerk
Breathed on the world with timid breath.
Sing on: sometime, and at some new moon,
We'll learn that sleeping is not death,
Hearing the whole earth change its tune,
Its flesh being wild, and it again
Crying aloud as the race course is,
And we find hearteners among men
That ride upon horses.