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
A Prayer for Old Age by W. B. Yeats GOD guard me from those thoughts In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man
What Then? by W. B. Yeats HIS chosen comrades thought at sc He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by r All his twenties crammed with toil ‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost.
The Statues by W. B. Yeats PYTHAGORAS planned it. Why d His numbers, though they moved or In marble or in bronze, lacked cha But boys and girls, pale from the Of solitary beds, knew what they w
Blood and the Moon by W. B. Yeats BLESSED be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, mastering it,
The Young Man's Song by W. B. Yeats I whispered, “I am too young,” And then, “I am old enough”; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. “Go and love, go and love, young m 2
Imitated From the Japanese by W. B. Yeats A MOST astonishing thing— Seventy years have I lived; (Hurrah for the flowers of Spring For Spring is here again.) Seventy years have I lived
When You are Old by W. B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full And nodding by the fire, take down And slowly read, and dream of the Your eyes had once, and of their s How many loved your moments of gla 5 12
Long-Legged Fly by W. B. Yeats That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar is in the tent
A Prayer for my Son by W. B. Yeats 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