#1933 #IrishWriters #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
WHEN all works that have From cradle run to grave From grave to cradle run instead; When thoughts that a fool Has wound upon a spool
TOIL and grow rich, What’s that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought
Down by the salley gardens my love… She passed the salley gardens with… She bid me take love easy, as the… But I, being young and foolish, w… In a field by the river my love an…
Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies
A CURSING rogue with a merry f… A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called Cruachan, and it was as mu… As the one sturdy leg could do
ALL the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. One with her are mirth and duty;
Pardon, old fathers, if you still… Somewhere in ear-shot for the stor… Old Dublin merchant “free of the… Or trading out of Galway into Spa… Old country scholar, Robert Emmet…
SHE might, so noble from head To great shapely knees The long flowing line, Have walked to the altar Through the holy images
PICTURE and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house
The intellect of man is forced to… perfection of the life, or of the… And if it take the second must ref… A heavenly mansion, raging in the… When all that story’s finished, wh…
Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?
ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what’s the odds if such as the…
Now, man of croziers, shadows call… And then away, away, like whirling… And now fled by, mist-covered, wit… The youth and lady and the deer an… ‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ N…
When I play on my fiddle in Doone… Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Mocharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin:
Shakespearean fish swam the sea, f… Romantic fish swam in nets coming… What are all those fish that lie g…