Coole Park, 1929 (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
And thus declared that Arab lady: 'Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
Epilogue to "A Vision' MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through ...
Bird sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our ...
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, ...
'In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings in political terms.' -- Thomas Mann. How can I, that ...
Now must I these three praise -- Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because ...
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with ...
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 ...
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