Her Anxiety (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. ...
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. ...
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain ...
I am tired of cursing the Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine books or nine hats Would not make him a ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of ...
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down ...
Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the ...
O'Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the ...
'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said, 'God's fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born ...
Three old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for ...
'What have I earned for all that work,' I said, 'For all that I have done at my own charge? ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That ...
One that is ever kind said yesterday: 'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her ...
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible ...
If you, that have grown old, were the first dead, Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime Should hear my living ...
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney. Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest ...
O bid me mount and sail up there Amid the cloudy wrack, For peg and Meg and Paris' love That ...
My dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother ...
We have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we ...
O hurry where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked ...
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end, Old Dublin merchant "free of the ...
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North ...
Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: Him who trembles before ...
She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could ...
Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn'd? Or warned you how despairing The moths are ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights ...
The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For ...
If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He ...
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