Tom The Lunatic (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: 'What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that ...
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: 'What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that ...
A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, ...
I asked if I should pray. But the Brahmin said, 'pray for nothing, say Every night in bed, 'I have ...
Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride, Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The cataract ...
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no ...
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into ...
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Would I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, ...
That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men ...
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool ...
On thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller; ...
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But he fools ...
I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night's fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away ...
We that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on ...
Toil and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought ...
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...
If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, 'He holds her dear,' And shook with hate and ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said or done Since ...
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