HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn’d?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned
I could have warned you; but you a

Things out of perfection sail,
And all their swelling canvas wear
Nor shall the self-begotten fail
Though fantastic men suppose
Building-yard and stormy shore,

Chorus. Come praise Colonus’ hors
The wine-dark of the wood’s intric
The nightingale that deafens dayli
If daylight ever visit where,
Unvisited by tempest or by sun,

I will arise and go now, and go to
And a small cabin build there, of
Nine bean-rows will I have there,
And live alone in the bee-loud gla
And I shall have some peace there

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn
Master of Love, wishing them to h
among the dead, told to each a sto
that their hearts were broken and
I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

We sat together at one summer’s en
That beautiful mild woman, your cl
And you and I, and talked of poet
I said, ‘A line will take us hour
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s

I, proclaiming that there is
Among birds or beasts or men
One that is perfect or at peace.
Danced on Cruachan’s windy plain,
Upon Cro-patrick sang aloud;

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

‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in
A deal I’d sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neig
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
‘Stretch bones till the daylight c

BID a strong ghost stand at the h
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep