The Gyres (William Butler Yeats Poems)
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a ...
That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our ...
Poetry, music, I have loved, and yet Because of those new dead That come into my soul and escape Confusion ...
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist Turn ...
'In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings in political terms.' -- Thomas Mann. How can I, that ...
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not ...
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ...
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. ...
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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