1 Sailing to Byzantium

By William Butler Yeats

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a That is no country for old men. The young

i In one another's arms, birds in the trees,

l —Those dying generations—at their song,

i The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
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Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
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Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
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“ ‫ےکووجدوکاکاٹنیہاننبوہاتےہ۔۔۔۔وہوھپلںیہننبےتکس۔۔‬
‫ےکاےنپادنررکیکاےگوہےتںیہ۔۔۔۔وہاچںیہہناچںیہان‬
‫ان‬،‫وجولگدورسوںےکدولںوکاکوٹنںےسزیمخرکےتںیہ‬
o Caught in that sensual music all neglect

۲۱۸‫ ہحفص‬،‫الحاصل‬
Monuments of unageing intellect.

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z An aged man is but a paltry thing,
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A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
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Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
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i For every tatter in its mortal dress,

u Nor is there singing school but studying

m Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium.

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