He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty (William Butler Yeats Poems)
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown ...
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown ...
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
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