The White Birds (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no ...
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into ...
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Would I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, ...
That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men ...
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool ...
On thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller; ...
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But he fools ...
I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night's fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away ...
We that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on ...
Toil and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought ...
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...
If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, 'He holds her dear,' And shook with hate and ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said or done Since ...
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a ...
O but there is wisdom In what the sages said; But stretch that body for a while And lay down ...
I found that ivory image there Dancing with her chosen youth, But when he wound her coal-black hair As though ...
Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of ...
Through intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had ...
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a ...
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