A Lover’s Quarrel Among the Fairies (William Butler Yeats Poems)
<i>A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.</i>Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!We will lead you hand in handBy ...
<i>A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.</i>Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!We will lead you hand in handBy ...
Cumhal called out, bending his head, Till Dathi came and stood, With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth, ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
I A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to ...
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
Although I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company ...
One that is ever kind said yesterday: 'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down ...
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North ...
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel ...
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And ...
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day ...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those ...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught ...
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