The Black Tower by W. B. Yeats SAY that the men of the old black Though they but feed as the goathe Their money spent, their wine gone Lack nothing that a soldier needs, That all are oath-bound men:
The Dedication to a Book of Stories by W. B. Yeats SELECTED FROM THE IR THERE was a green branch hung wi When her own people ruled this tra And from its murmuring greenness, A Druid kindness, on all hearers
Hound Voice by W. B. Yeats BECAUSE we love bare hills and And were the last to choose the se Its boredom of the desk or of the So many years companioned by a hou Our voices carry; and though slumb
To Ireland in the Coming Times by W. B. Yeats KNOW, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland’s w Ballad and story, rann and song; Nor be I any less of them,
Broken Dreams by W. B. Yeats THERE is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters Because it was your prayer 2
All Things Can Tempt Me by W. B. Yeats ALL things can tempt me from this One time it was a woman’s face, or The seeming needs of my fool-drive Now nothing but comes readier to t Than this accustomed toil. When I 1
The Fascination of What’s Difficult by W. B. Yeats THE fascination of what’s difficu Has dried the sap out of my veins, Spontaneous joy and natural conten Out of my heart. There’s somethi That must, as if it had not holy b
The O’Rahilly by W. B. Yeats SING of the O’Rahilly, Do not deny his right; Sing a 'the’ before his name; Allow that he, despite All those learned historians,
The Hosting of the Sidhe by W. B. Yeats THE host is riding from Knocknar And over the grave of Clooth-na-B Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away Empty your heart of its mortal dre
Mad as the Mist and Snow by W. B. Yeats Bolt and bar the shutter, For the foul winds blow: Our minds are at their best this n And I seem to know That everything outside us is