The Tower (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
'Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air,' Beggar to ...
I The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at ...
Toil and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Overcome -- O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl -- The rich man and his affairs, ...
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
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