by William Butler Yeats
One summer night, when there was peace, a score of Puritan troopers under the pious Sir Frederick Hamilton, broke through the door of the Abbey of the White Friars which stood over the Gara Lough at … Read the rest
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The Death Of Hanrahan
by William Butler Yeats
Hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at the foot of Slieve Echtge, Illeton and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one house and sometimes in another, … Read the rest
Hanrahan And Cathleen The Daughter Of Hoolihan
by William Butler Yeats
It was travelling northward Hanrahan was one time, giving a hand to a farmer now and again in the hurried time of the year, and telling his stories and making his share of songs at wakes … Read the rest
Hanrahan’s Vision
by William Butler Yeats
It was in the month of June Hanrahan was on the road near Sligo, but he did not go into the town, but turned towards Beinn Bulben; for there were thoughts of the old times coming … Read the rest
Of Costello the Proud, of Oona the Daughter of Dermott and of the Bitter Tongue
by William Butler Yeats
Costello had come up from the fields and lay upon the ground before the door of his square tower, resting his head upon his hands and looking at the sunset, and considering the chances of the … Read the rest
Words
by William Butler Yeats
I had this thought a while ago, "My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land." And I grew weary of the sun Until my thoughts cleared up… Read the rest
Words For Music Perhaps
by William Butler Yeats
Crazy Jane And The Bishop Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, i(All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that's… Read the rest
Youth And Age
by William Butler Yeats
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.… Read the rest
Four Years
by William Butler Yeats
FOUR YEARS 1887-1891.
At the end of the eighties my father and mother, my brother and sisters and myself, all newly arrived from Dublin, were settled in Bedford Park in a red-brick house with several wood … Read the rest
What Was Lost
by William Butler Yeats
I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,… Read the rest