The Old Age Of Queen Maeve (William Butler Yeats Poems)
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
(From Oedipus at Colonus) Chorus. Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
I I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And ...
'Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air,' Beggar to ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor ...
There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are ...
I, proclaiming that there is Among birds or beasts or men One that is perfect or at peace. Danced on ...
'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen A deal I'd sweat and little earn If I should live as live ...
If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under ...
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a ...
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 ...
He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king ...
'In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings in political terms.' -- Thomas Mann. How can I, that ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
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