Her Vision In The Wood (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
Being out of heart with government I took a broken root to fling Where the proud, wayward squirrel went, Taking ...
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter ...
And thus declared that Arab lady: 'Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, ...
Hands, do what you're bid: Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its ...
I On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye Has called up the cold spirits that are born When ...
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad ...
My dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother ...
Here is fresh matter, poet, Matter for old age meet; Might of the Church and the State, Their mobs put ...
Sang Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her dusky face, 'All day long from mid-day We have talked in the one ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all ...
Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the ...
He. Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
Now must I these three praise -- Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
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