A Terrible Beauty Is Born

A Terrible Beauty Is Born


'But I, being poor, have only my dreams; / I have spread my dreams under your feet...'

By turns joyful and despairing, some of the twentieth century's greatest verse on fleeting youth, fervent hopes and futile sacrifice.

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W B Yeats

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