The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart par W. B. Yeats ALL things uncomely and broken, a The cry of a child by the roadway, The heavy steps of the ploughman, Are wronging your image that bloss The wrong of unshapely things is a
Three Things par W. B. Yeats ‘O cruel Death, give three things Sang a bone upon the shore; ‘A child found all a child can lac Whether of pleasure or of rest, Upon the abundance of my breast’:
The Madness of King Goll par W. B. Yeats I SAT on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts of the world-troubling And drove tumult and war away
Sailing to Byzantium par W. B. Yeats That is no country for old men. T In one another’s arms, birds in th —Those dying generations—at their The salmon—falls, the mackerel—cro Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all 3
From a Full Moon in March par W. B. Yeats PARNELL’S FUNERAL UNDER the Great Comedian’s tomb A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b About the sky; where that is clear Brightness remains; a brighter sta
At Galway Races par W. B. Yeats THERE where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping hors The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once,
Easter, 1916 par W. B. Yeats I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the he
Two Songs of a Fool par W. B. Yeats A SPECKLED cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence
The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters par W. B. Yeats A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At with a large square sail hiding a on that side. The tiller is at th coming through an opening in the b
The Gyres par W. B. Yeats THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc Things thought too long can be no For beauty dies of beauty, worth o And ancient lineaments are blotted Irrational streams of blood are st