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The Dolls

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William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, his earliest volume of verse was published in 1889, and its slow-paced and lyrical poems display Yeats's debts to Edmund Spenser, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the poets of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. From 1900, Yeats's poetry grew more physical and realistic. In 1923, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. (Wikipedia ) (0 hr 11 min)

Chapters

The Dolls - Read by BK

1:25

Read by Bruce Kachuk

The Dolls - Read by CD

1:04

Read by CalmDragon

The Dolls - Read by DL

1:11

Read by David Lawrence

The Dolls - Read by DM

1:09

Read by Dafni Ma

The Dolls - Read by GG

1:19

Read by Greg Giordano

The Dolls - Read by JH

1:12

Read by Jude

The Dolls - Read by LAH

1:13

Read by Lee Ann Howlett

The Dolls - Read by MSD

1:01

Read by Matthew Datcher

The Dolls - Read by SS

1:01

Read by Scotty Smith

The Dolls - Read by TP

0:59

Read by Tomas Peter

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text of the poem

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THE DOLLS A doll in the doll-maker's house Looks at the cradle and balls: 'That is an insult to us.' But the oldest of all the dolls Who had seen, being kept for show, Generations of his sort, Out-screams the whole shelf: 'Although There's not a man can report Evil of this place, The man and the woman bring Hither to our disgrace, A noisy and filthy thing.' Hearing him groan and stretch The doll-maker's wife is aware Her husband has heard the wretch, And crouched by the arm of his chair, She murmurs into his ear, Head upon shoulder leant: 'My dear, my dear, oh dear, It was an accident.'