Lullaby (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world's alarms To ...
Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world's alarms To ...
Whence did all that fury come? From empty tomb or Virgin womb? Saint Joseph thought the world would melt But ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
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 ...
There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the ...
Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn'd? Or warned you how despairing The moths are ...
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But he fools ...
I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or ...
How should the world be luckier if this house, Where passion and precision have been one Time out of mind, ...
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under ...
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd ...
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with ...
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
(After reading `The Forged Casement Diaries' by Dr. Maloney) I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do. ...
Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech. We who are ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no ...
Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ...
On Cruachan's plain slept he That must sing in a rhyme What most could shake his soul: 'The stallion Eternity ...
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the ...
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of ...
Poets with whom I learned my trade. Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould ...
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