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 ...
OTHERS because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the ...
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world's alarms To ...
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North ...
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head That my Michael may sleep sound, Nor cry, nor turn in the ...
Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death ...
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, ...
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights ...
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the ...
I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter ...
May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; ...
I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That ...
Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, Even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My ...
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
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