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 Bibliography A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html The edition used in the digital edition William Butler Yeats Beggar to Beggar Cried William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems The Macmillan Company New York 1916 47–48

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 By William Butler Yeats (1865–1939). before 1916 The poem is in English. literary poetry W. B. Yeats 19c 20c 2012-02-10 Beatrix Färber ed. File proofed (2), additions to encoding made; header completed; file parsed; SGML and HTML files created. 2012-02-01 Juliette Maffet ed. Header created. 2012-01-23 Juliette Maffet ed. First proofing. 2012-01-18 Juliette Maffet file capture Text captured by scanning. Beggar to Beggar Cried 'Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzystruck, 'And make my soul before my pate is bare.' 'And get a comfortable wife and house To rid me of the devil in my shoes,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzystruck, 'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.' 'And though I'd marry with a comely lass, She need not be too comely—let it pass,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzystruck, 'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.' 'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzystruck, 'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.' 'And there I'll grow respected at my ease, And hear amid the garden's nightly peace' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzystruck, 'The wind-blown clamor of the barnacle-geese.'