by William Butler Yeats
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a womans face, or worse, The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this… Read the rest
Category: William Butler Yeats
Alternative Song For The Severd Head In “The King Of The Great Clock Tower”
by William Butler Yeats
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, i(What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?) All those tragic characters ride But turn from Rosses' crawling tide, The meet's… Read the rest
A Man Young And Old
by William Butler Yeats
I I(First Love) Through nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty's murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway stood Until I thought her body bore A heart of flesh and blood.… Read the rest
A Man Young And Old:- First Love
by William Butler Yeats
Though nurtured like the sailing moon In beautys murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway stood Until I thought her body bore A heart of flesh and blood. But since I… Read the rest
Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
by William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are… Read the rest
Aedh Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved
by William Butler Yeats
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of… Read the rest
Aedh Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
by William Butler Yeats
Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your head, And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur… Read the rest
A Faery Song
by William Butler Yeats
We who are old, old and gay, O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of years, If all were told: Give to these children, new from the world, Silence and love; And the long dew-dropping hours… Read the rest
A First Confession
by William Butler Yeats
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing but coquetry. I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self… Read the rest
A Friends Illness
by William Butler Yeats
Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the whole World, as it were a coal, Now I have seen it weighed Against a soul?… Read the rest