A Man Young And Old (William Butler Yeats Poems)
IFirst LoveTHOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty's murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I ...
IFirst LoveTHOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty's murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I ...
<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 sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot ...
O hurry where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
I A bloody and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose, For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves ...
Although I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company ...
We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said or done Since ...
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent ...
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 man that had six mortal wounds, a man Violent and famous, strode among the dead; Eyes stared out of ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
For one throb of the artery, While on that old grey stone I Sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
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 ...
Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same ...
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 ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. ...
'O words are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; ...
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they ...
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