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 ...
(From Oedipus at Colonus) Chorus. Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
Would I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
O'Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the ...
You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
If you have revisited the town, thin Shade, Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under ...
'Though logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless ...
Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, ...
Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride, Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The cataract ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
I On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye Has called up the cold spirits that are born When ...
O what has made that sudden noise? What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into ...
'What do you make so fair and bright?' 'I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all ...
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same ...
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight pensively apart. She carries in the ...
What lively lad most pleasured me Of all that with me lay? I answer that I gave my soul And ...
'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught ...
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