#Irish
Two men of art, they say, were wit… Of Milé,—a poet and a harp player… When Milé, having taken Ireland,… The land to his sons’ rule; the po… Cir, and fair Cendfind was the ha…
NOR right, nor left, nor any road… Nor word to lift the heart in me… They leave me, who pass by me, to… care, Without a house to draw my step no…
A HUNDRED men think I am their… drink ale, But their presence fades away from… When I think upon your converse k… and the linn,
I. THE TREES THERE is no glory of the sunset… Heavy the clouds upon the darkenin… And heavy, too, the wind upon the… The trees sway, making moan
I KNOW you, Crane: I, too, have waited, Waited until my heart Melted to little pools around my f… Comer in the morning ere the crows…
‘TO-NIGHT,’ you said, ‘to-night… The curlews call.’ The dinner-tal… And I knew what you heard and wha… That left you for a little while w… The lonely land, the lonely-crying…
OTHERS have divers paints and e… Lavish and bright on breast and wi… You, Guatemalan, have sunken all… Into glory of greenness! There may be palms as greenly resp…
A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG (A Young Girl sings it) THE Lannan Shee Watched the young man Brian Cross over the stile towards his f…
THE Wild Ass lounges, legs struc… In vagrom unconcern: The tombs o Achaemenian kings Are for those hooves to spurn. And all of rugged Tartary
You would not slumber If laid at my breast: You would not slumber. The river-flood beats The swan from her nest:
O woman, shapely as the swan, On your account I shall not die: The men you’ve slain—a trivial cla… Were less than I. I ask me shall I die for these—
MAVOURNEEN, we’ll go far away From the net of the crooked town Where they grudge us the light of… Around my neck you will lay Two tight little arms of brown.
‘Lost,’ ‘lost,’ the beeves and the… The cattle men sell and buy, Crowded upon the fair green, Low to the lightless sky. ‘Live,’ ‘live,’ and ‘Here,’ ‘here…
GREEN wings and yellow breasts o… That turn their heads and stare, And a red streamer tail! They come from Yucatan Where priests with clownish hats,…
An age being mathematical, these f… Of linear stalks and spheroid bloo… By men with wakened, speculative m… And when with mathematics they exp… The Macrocosm, and came at last t…