The Saint And The Hunchback (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless A man that finds great bitterness In thinking of his lost ...
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless A man that finds great bitterness In thinking of his lost ...
Although I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company ...
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But ...
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or ...
A man that had six mortal wounds, a man Violent and famous, strode among the dead; Eyes stared out of ...
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; ...
What's riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And ...
I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or ...
Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand; What are ...
She that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and ...
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner ...
Hands, do what you're bid: Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its ...
He. Dear, I must be gone While night Shuts the eyes Of the household spies; That song announces dawn. She. ...
There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are ...
'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen A deal I'd sweat and little earn If I should live as live ...
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone, ...
Behold that great Plotinus swim, Buffeted by such seas; Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him, But the Golden Race looks dim, Salt ...
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all ...
O thought, fly to her when the end of day Awakens an old memory, and say, 'Your strength, that is ...
Though nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty's murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway ...
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging ...
'What do you make so fair and bright?' 'I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all ...
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ...
When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of ...
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on ...
`O cruel Death, give three things back,' Sang a bone upon the shore; `A child found all a child can ...
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; ...
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your ...
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