His Confidence (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Undying love to buy I wrote upon The corners of this eye All wrongs done. What payment were enough For ...
Undying love to buy I wrote upon The corners of this eye All wrongs done. What payment were enough For ...
Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an ...
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight pensively apart. She carries in the ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? ...
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And ...
Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water's roar? And tumble out your ...
Bird sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the ...
I whispered, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. ...
I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king ...
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with ...
I ranted to the knave and fool, But outgrew that school, Would transform the part, Fit audience found, but cannot ...
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth ...
'In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings in political terms.' -- Thomas Mann. How can I, that ...
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they ...
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting ...
My mother dandled me and sang, 'How young it is, how young!' And made a golden cradle That on a ...
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous ...
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
I bade, because the wick and oil are spent And frozen are the channels of the blood, My discontented heart ...
I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who. Another ...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. 'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, ...
The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God's laughing in Heaven To ...
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