The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
Poets with whom I learned my trade. Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould ...
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the ...
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
Although I can see him still. The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist Turn ...
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Know, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong, Ballad and story, ...
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot ...
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