The Hosting Of The Sidhe (William Butler Yeats Poems)
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney. Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest ...
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I ...
I whispered, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out ...
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