The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

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by William Butler Yeats
     
 

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The authorized canon of one of the world's most beloved poets, this is a collection of every poem William Butler Yeats approved for publication during his lifetime.  See more details below

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The authorized canon of one of the world's most beloved poets, this is a collection of every poem William Butler Yeats approved for publication during his lifetime.

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ISBN-13:
9781853264542
Publisher:
Wordsworth Editions, Limited
Publication date:
09/28/2001
Series:
Poetry Library Series
Pages:
432
Sales rank:
231,504
Product dimensions:
4.98(w) x 7.77(h) x 0.91(d)

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The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
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(Well, the new start to the 'wb' results! Let's make this one good!) <p> All she heard was ringing. All she felt was pain. All she saw was a blur. All she tasted was blood. <br> Winterpaw woke up from her unnciousness. She was alive. The scents aound her were confusing- herbs and plants, familiar WaterClan clanmates and... ScorchClan? She tried her best to block out her senses. Already, Winterpaw could feel a fierce migrain forming behind her eyes. A screech of fury and pain came from somewhere, followed by more commotion. <br> "Winterpaw." The familiar voice of Oceanheart. That meant she was back in the medicine den. Winterpaw dared open her eyes. It was as if she still had the bleariness of a long sleep that she needed to blink out... but couldn't. <br> "Oceanheart... why can't I see well?" <br> "The truth is," he sighed, "never in your life have you been able to see as normally as us. The near-death you faced made it worse. See, your eyes have much less pigment in them than normal cats' eyes do. That causes the red or pink color that albino animals have and bad vision. You won't be able to see better again." <br> "What's all the commotion outside? What happened?" She pushed, not caring much about her sight. <br> "Dustpaw told us the whole story. Everything. He was brave to go with his sister just to save you... In my opinion, I think he went a little over-board with trying to gain their trust by almost killing you. It worked, though. After ScorchClan had passed the rabbit burrow you two were hidden in, Dustpaw dragged you back to Water-" he was cut off by another screech from outside, making Winterpaw cringe, and then it resued back to the backround noise of... she didn't know what, exactally. Oceanheart continued quickly. "He brought you back to WaterClan. You had a severe concussion and a lot of blood and vision loss. You'll have to stay with me for another week or so." <br> "And the loud noises outside...?" Winterpaw asked impatiently. <br> "When ScorchClan lost you, they thought you were in our camp..." he began slowly. "Everybody's outside in a fight." <br> "No!" Winterpaw sprang to her paws, immidiately swaying from dizziness, but started outside to join the battle. Oceanheart tugged her back by the scruff. <br> "No way. You're the target for ScorchClan in that battle. You'll be killed in seconds." <br> "I can't leave them to die! My family and friends are out there faing death because of /me/!" An opiphanny struck Winterpaw like lightning. "Dustpaw! ScorchClan would be even more furious at him than me! He helped me escape! Please, Oceanheart. Please let me fight... just for a little." Oceanheart looked hesitant. <br> "Ok. For only ten minutes. If you're dizzy and you feel like you're gona faint again, come right back. You hear?" Winterpaw eagerly nodded before dashing out into the clearing. <br> "Wait!" Oceanheart called, but she ignored him. The clearing was in complete chaos. WaterClan outnumbered ScorchClan, but the enemy had much better fighters with a thirst for blood. Blood stains were everywhere, so were chunks of skin and fur. <br> *How long have they been fighting?* She searched for Dustpaw. He was crowded by defending clanmates and fighting ScorchClanners. Winterpaw was about to spring in to help the cat that risked and safed her life, when a screech of grief rose from the back of camp. Owlblizzard's dead body lay on the ground. Fawnspots and their kits were wailing next to their fathers' body. -Reflections&#9830
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