His Bargain by W. B. Yeats Who talks of Plato’s spindle; What set it whirling round? Eternity may dwindle, Time is unwound, Dan and Jerry Lout
What Was Lost by W. B. Yeats I sing what was lost and dread wha I walk in a battle fought over aga My king a lost king, and lost sold Feet to the Rising and Setting ma They always beat on the same small
The Dolls by W. B. Yeats A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show,
Shepherd and Goatheard by W. B. Yeats Shepherd. That cry’s from the fir I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast Could make me wish for anything th Being old, but that the old alone
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
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III by W. B. Yeats Fled foam underneath us, and round High as the Saddle-girth, coverin And those that fled, and that foll The immortal desire of Immortals I mused on the chase with the Fen
The Rose Tree by W. B. Yeats ‘O WORDS are lightly spoken,’ Said Pearse to Connolly, ‘Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or maybe but a wind that blows
No Second Troy by W. B. Yeats WHY should I blame her that she With misery, or that she would of Have taught to ignorant men most v Or hurled the little streets upon Had they but courage equal to desi
A Man Young and Old: IV. the Death of the Hare by W. B. Yeats I have pointed out the yelling pac The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye,
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,
