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  <updated>2009-04-29T17:26:50Z</updated>
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    <title>william butler yeats</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T17:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T17:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;William &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt; Yeats: Man of Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;William Butler Yeats is commonly recognized as one of the greatest poets of the British literature.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; William Butler Yeats was born on June 13, 1865 in Dublin, Ireland. His father, John Butler Yeats, was a lawyer, as well as a portrait painter and his mother, Susan Mary Pollexfen, was from a wealthy family. When he was two years old, he and his family moved to London, England to study the arts. Once there, he attended the Godolphin School in Hammersmith. Shortly after his completion of the school, the Yeats family moved back to Dublin. In Dublin, Yeats attended Erasmus Smith High School and spent many hours at his fathers&amp;rsquo; side in his art studio. In 1884, he attended the Metropolitan School of Art; there he composed many of his first poems which were published in the Dublin University Review. In 1886, his first dramatic poem, Mosada was privately published.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now in his early twenties, he moved to Bedford Park in London. Bedford Park was a major gathering place for writers and artists. It was here where he got the opportunity to discuss his views and beliefs with other intellectualities. In 1890, he founded the London-Rhymers Club along with Ernest Rhys. He often found himself homesick and wrote the poem &amp;ldquo;The Lake Isle of Innisfree&amp;rdquo; in dedication to his home country of Ireland and spent many summers in Slino. Back in London, he kept very busy; between meetings at the club, to research of natural history for many of his Irish collaborations. &lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;In 1889, Yeats met his muse and inspiration of unrequited love, Maud Gonne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In 1894, Yeats met Lady Augusta Gregory; the tow of them founded the Irish Theatre, which later became the Abbey Theatre. The next few years, Yeats devoted much of his time to the Irish Theatre and wrote many plays. He also went on his first lecture tour of America. He and his sisters started the Cuala Press in 1904 which printed seventy titles; forty-eight which had been W.B. Yeats&amp;rsquo;. The Cuala Press closed in 1946. While involved in the Cuala Press, Yeats met Georgie Hyde Lees in 1911; they married 6 years later on October 20, 1917. They had two children together; Anne, born in 1919 and Michael, born in 1921. Yeats&amp;rsquo; wrote poems for the birth of both of his children titled, &amp;ldquo;a Prayer for my Daughter&amp;rdquo; written for Anne and &amp;ldquo;a Prayer for my Son&amp;rdquo; written for Michael.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In September of 1916, Yeats wrote the poem &lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Easter.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;In 1996, Yeats&amp;rsquo; autobiography titled &lt;i&gt;Reveries over Childhood and Youth&lt;/i&gt; made its debut. His second volume came about in 1922 titled &lt;i&gt;The Trembling of the Veil&lt;/i&gt;. In 1922, Yeats received and honorary degree from the Trinity College in Dublin. That same year he was elected to a seat in the Irish Senate. A year later, Yeats received the Nobel Prize for Literature. He composed the &lt;i&gt;Oxford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Book of Modern Verse 1892-1935&lt;/i&gt; and continued to work on essays and poetry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many critics felt that William Butler Yeats did not live wholly in the real world. That he lived his life within his own imagination. I.A. Richards, in &lt;i&gt;Science and Poetry, &lt;/i&gt;commented on Yeats fascination with magic; he wrote,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 30pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;Now he turns to a world of symbolic phantasmagoria about which he is desperately&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; uncertain. He is uncertain because he has adopted as a technique of inspiration the use of trance, of dissociated phases of consciousness, and the revelations given in &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 30pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;these dissociated states are unsufficiently (sic) connected with normal experience. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;What Richards is saying is, Yeats finds all of his inspiration through a technique all his own full of trances and various phases of streams of consciousness. He created a complex dream world that only he can access and understand to create his muse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; William Butler Yeats died on January 28, 1939 in Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, France where he was also buried. He lived to be seventy-three years old. In 1948 he was re-interred in Drumcliff churchyard, Country Slingo, Ireland &amp;ldquo;under bare Bun Bulben&amp;rsquo;s head.&amp;rdquo; Inscribed on his gravestone, it says, Cast a cold Eye, On Life, On Death. He also has a sculpture standing on Stephen Street in Slingo featuring quotes of his poetry. Before his death, Yeats wrote his final poem titled, &amp;ldquo;The Black Tower.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>back in mr. gaia's class</title>
    <published>2008-10-23T18:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-23T18:41:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish they would unblock games at schoo like really!&lt;br /&gt;i never have anything to do in school and this is basically&lt;br /&gt;all i could find. i had to actually hack chandlees livejournal&lt;br /&gt;just so&amp;nbsp;i could try to remember what my user name was&lt;br /&gt;now i can t even see freaking other posts or comments&lt;br /&gt;because they blocked that too. im dieiing&amp;nbsp; in here in mr. gaias&lt;br /&gt;again this year why i came back to it idk. but now i do it&lt;br /&gt;twice a day. im bored.</content>
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    <title>lunch is going to be awakward for here on out</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T16:49:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T16:49:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;corys exgirlfriend is sitting at our lunch table now and its weird. and im afraid something might stem from this. like i might lose him to HER! and i have doubts of that happening but still scary. but thats all i wanted to say. im going to go try to beat bubble struggle 2 on level 20. lol&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>im torn in two</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T16:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T16:52:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont know w hat todo. im torn! corys my boyfriend but tinas my friend. shes mad at me though for no reason. like i didnt say anything to her and shes the one who started it by calling cory&amp;nbsp;a mooch. like srsly i gave jon a chance for her but she didnt even thry to get to know cory. but like cory is acting weird today. i feel like he maight be distancing himself from me or something. im hoping im wrong but i dont know. like he wont kiss me. like&amp;nbsp;i know its retarted to think somethings going on but idk. but then he was talking to trista more then me. and i dont know what it means. im hoping it means nothing. and i love him so much so i dont want to lose him. but seriously. i have no idea ima go play some games.</content>
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    <title>the lunch lady stole my boyfriend</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T16:59:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T16:59:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yeah so right as were were about to get out of lunch this one really mean lunch lady took cory!. like she took his money and put it on his account. which she wasnt suposed to do. and then she was just retarted. like idk. but she took him and then he didnt come out of the cafeteria and i think there may be a possibility that he got in trouble because she pissed im off. when he came out of the lunch line he kicked the door. and now she said something to him about it well at least i think he did. she may have given him his money&amp;nbsp;back because she had him put his number in but i dont know. i hope he doesnt get in trouble though. that would suck. because then he would be in a bad mood all weekend and that is not a good thing. id rather him be happy. but im going to go play some stupid games on the computer now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>blahh</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T13:59:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;once again im in mr. gaias class. but on a lighter note im in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;right now its only secon period. and everyone except me and katie are taking&lt;br /&gt;the test. gotta love those tickets.! but everything is fine now. we hung out last&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;night (me and cory) and its good again. im so mad that i have to work tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight is mike and tjs show and andys party.! hopefully i get out of work at like&lt;br /&gt;9 so i can still party! i really gotta pee right now. and im suposed to be working&lt;br /&gt;on my global studies projects but im already done with them so whats the point&lt;br /&gt;in that?. yeah i need to pee and go and get my papers but i dont really feel like&lt;br /&gt;moving. my only friend on here is chandlee. and i love her. but thats besides&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the point. i am going to be so pissed if i get a b in band! like that will be my only&lt;br /&gt;one and that would suck so hard. mr. stiles is a straiight up hater!.&lt;br /&gt;kay well now im going pee.</content>
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    <title>this is really sucky</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T17:22:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T19:36:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">kay so today at lunch. i was reading my book (the catcher in the rye) and cory was sitting next to me like usual. well today they were selling cookies and stuff and like he asked me if i would give him 50 cents. and like i know it was not a big deal like jeez 50 cent spare change but for some reason like i just got into one of my mood and i was like freaking out. like i dont know what happened. and right before that we were talking about hanging out. and like now i wont see him for the rest of the day and im freaking out. like he is so mad at me because i was being stupid. like i dont know why i did that. but for some reason i did.&amp;nbsp;he is so mad at me though. like he told me not to talk to him and like im on the verge of tears right now in study hall. and i bet when i go home im going to like ball my eyes out. but im so scared that were going to break up or something over 50 freaking cents. it was so stupid. and im sorry. not like hes going to see this but like i dont know what to do right now. i feel so retarted for starting a fight over 50 cents. i feel like i need help or something because lately i cant seem to control my emotions. maybe it has to do with i just got off my period. i dont know but i love him with all of my heat thats why it sucks so bad right now. seriously like right now its taking so much to hold back my tears because im so upset over this whole thing. i hate all of this fighting. like i was thinking to myself today in gym ( we had a free day) when i was writing him a note. like i never write him notes and when i do either something really great happens or something terrible happens and i was thinking to my self that something bad is probably going to happen. sure enough it did. i just home he forgives me! like i feel like an idiot he was so freaking mad at me. that never happens like. he told me that little stupid stuff make him like really mad and like i dont know why i did that. it just sucks so bad right now. i want him to know that im sorry for freaking out like i did. but like to be honest i do give him money a lot. and i pay for him a lot. and like i have a job and he doesnt and his parents never give him any money so like i understand that but like i sometimes just feel a little bit used even though i know its nothing like that. like i just dont know what to do. im so freaking sad and mad and everything all at once. this sucks i was having a good day too! and now im just bumming. i still have like 20 minutes before i can even attempt to talk to him. i never see him after this period. and i dont know where he goes. i think he goes up stairs for something but im not sure.&amp;nbsp; i just figured it out. he has study hall 7th period and it must be upstairs because its a small class. i need to like find out where he goes because im just being torn apart by my emotions right now. like he didnt even want to talk to me at all after i told him i didnt know what else he wanted me to say other then im sorry. like&amp;nbsp;i just want to freaking scream right now. this sucks so hard! i should have just given it to him it wasnt&amp;nbsp;even a big deal it was mainly i was just being lazy and dificult. but its too late now and im really regreting it. this is so dumb but like its a big&amp;nbsp;deal to him and its a big deal that hes so mad that&amp;nbsp;he doesnt want to talk to me. like before this we havent&amp;nbsp;got into a fight since we got back together. and now im just so scared that&amp;nbsp;he is going to get that&amp;nbsp;mad. like i feel like&amp;nbsp;breaking down but i cant not infront of everyone. i just hope he will forgive me for it. like i freaked out on&amp;nbsp;him and i realize i freak out a lot. its not always like big or anything&amp;nbsp;but i do it so much and i need to stop! or else it will cause&amp;nbsp;me to lose the one person i love most. my eyes are watering! this sucks HARD! i need to definately make a change immediately because i cant keep doing this to people i cant keep getting myself into these situatuions.&amp;nbsp;i cant take this anymore im seriously fucking up my life because of not being able to control my emotions! &amp;nbsp;i swear on my life if he forgives me i will never freak out on him again and im not going to freakout on anyone anymore unless its serious. like today we were suposed to hang out and after that he was just like i dont think im going to even do anything today. but thats basically code i think were not going to hang out because you pissed me off so much. oh man im so freaking stressed right now about this whole situation. well i need to stop typing now because the bell is going to ring in like 5 minutes but seriously im scared!.</content>
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