Words by W. B. Yeats I HAD this thought a while ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would d In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun
The Seven Sages by W. B. Yeats The First. My great-grandfather s In Grattan’s house. The Second. My great-grandfather A pot-house bench with Oliver Gol The Third. My great-grandfather’s
The Sad Shepherd by W. B. Yeats I wished before it ceased. Could make me wish for anything th Being old, but that the old alone And that would be against God’s P Let the young wish. But what has
Crazy Jane on the Day of Judgment by W. B. Yeats 'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul’; And that is what Jane said.
The Ghost of Roger Casement by W. B. Yeats O WHAT has made that sudden nois What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull and the sea are friends But this is not the old sea
A Woman Homer Sung by W. B. Yeats IF any man drew near When I was young, I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’ And shook with hate and fear. But O! ‘twas bitter wrong
At Galway Races by 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,
We, who seven years ago by W. B. Yeats We, who seven years ago Talked of honour and of truth, Shriek with pleasure if we show The weasel’s twist, the weasel’s t
At Algeciras by W. B. Yeats The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits to light In the rich midnight of the garden
Peace by W. B. Yeats Ah, but Time has touched a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form