A Last Confession (William Butler Yeats Poems)
What lively lad most pleasured me Of all that with me lay? I answer that I gave my soul And ...
What lively lad most pleasured me Of all that with me lay? I answer that I gave my soul And ...
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not ...
Picture and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an ...
That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, ...
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I ...
What they undertook to do They brought to pass; All things hang like a drop of dew Upon a blade ...
What sort of man is coming To lie between your feet? What matter, we are but women. Wash; make your ...
'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is ...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those ...
The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth, Escaped ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves ...
I heard the old, old men say, 'Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.' They had hands like ...
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a ...
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles ...
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in ...
'I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity, ...
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were ...
Know, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong, Ballad and story, ...
Poetry, music, I have loved, and yet Because of those new dead That come into my soul and escape Confusion ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, ...
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, ...
'O words are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; ...
Overcome -- O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl -- The rich man and his affairs, ...
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