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All Things can tempt me
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: 492 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: E910001-052
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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 All Things can tempt me in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 114
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CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts
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The electronic text represents the edited text. Lines (or parts of them) reproduced in italics in the printed edition are tagged hi rend="ital".
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The editorial practice of the hard-copy editor has been retained.
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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).
Date range: before 1916.
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Revision History
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-052
All Things can tempt me: Author: William Butler Yeats
p.114
- All things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman's face, or worse
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
Than this accustomed toil. When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.