A First Confession (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing ...
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ...
When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of ...
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on ...
`O cruel Death, give three things back,' Sang a bone upon the shore; `A child found all a child can ...
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; ...
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your ...
Three Voices . Hurry to bless the hands that play, The mouths that speak, the notes and strings, O masters ...
I A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
A doll in the doll-maker's house Looks at the cradle and bawls: 'That is an insult to us.' But the ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
O what has made that sudden noise? What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull ...
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. ...
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain ...
I am tired of cursing the Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine books or nine hats Would not make him a ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of ...
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down ...
Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the ...
O'Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the ...
'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said, 'God's fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born ...
Three old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for ...
'What have I earned for all that work,' I said, 'For all that I have done at my own charge? ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That ...
One that is ever kind said yesterday: 'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her ...
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible ...
If you, that have grown old, were the first dead, Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime Should hear my living ...
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