The Ballad Of The Foxhunter (William Butler Yeats Poems)
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
I The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
O'Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the ...
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have ...
If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, 'He holds her dear,' And shook with hate and ...
I found that ivory image there Dancing with her chosen youth, But when he wound her coal-black hair As though ...
O thought, fly to her when the end of day Awakens an old memory, and say, 'Your strength, that is ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
An incident from the `Historia mei Temporis' of the Abbe Michel de Bourdeille Said lady once to lover, 'None can ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, ...
The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth, Escaped ...
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe ...
Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? ...
Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist Turn ...
'Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself ...
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And ...
Now must I these three praise -- Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I whispered, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out ...
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting ...
My mother dandled me and sang, 'How young it is, how young!' And made a golden cradle That on a ...
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
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