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Death a poem
by: Willian Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man waits his end
Dreading and hoping all.
Many times he died ,
Many times rose again.
Agreat man in his pride
conforting murderaus men
casts derison upon
Supersession of breath ;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death
by: Willian Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man waits his end
Dreading and hoping all.
Many times he died ,
Many times rose again.
Agreat man in his pride
conforting murderaus men
casts derison upon
Supersession of breath ;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death
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