The Scholars (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Would I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, ...
Would I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
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 ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
O curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the water in the West; Because your crying brings ...
The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot ...
I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter ...
You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels ...
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the ...
Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream ...
(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 ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
'O words are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; ...
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight pensively apart. She carries in the ...
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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