A Man Young And Old (William Butler Yeats Poems)
IFirst LoveTHOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty's murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I ...
IFirst LoveTHOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty's murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I ...
We have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we ...
I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow. There's no ...
I am worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon ...
She that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Beautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head; My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd: 'This Land of ...
Though nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty's murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway ...
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the ...
A storm-beaten old watch-tower, A blind hermit rings the hour. All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wandering fool. Gold-sewn silk ...
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. ...
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart ...
I am tired of cursing the Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine books or nine hats Would not make him a ...
She hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being ...
Epilogue to "A Vision' MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through ...
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe ...
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
I bade, because the wick and oil are spent And frozen are the channels of the blood, My discontented heart ...
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