by William Butler Yeats
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; "i(What then?" sang Plato's ghost. "What then?") Everything he wrote… Read the rest
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Under The Round Tower
by William Butler Yeats
Although Id lie lapped up in linen A deal Id sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours, Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; Stretch bones till the daylight come On great-grandfathers battered… Read the rest
Upon A Dying Lady
by William Butler Yeats
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair Propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face. She would not have us… Read the rest
Two Songs From A Play
by William Butler Yeats
I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And lay the heart upon her hand And bear that beating heart away; Of Magnus Annus at the… Read the rest
Two Songs Of A Fool
by William Butler Yeats
A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence. I start out of my… Read the rest
Two Songs Rewritten For The Tunes Sake
by William Butler Yeats
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart has had for its hire Is what I can whistle alone and alone. i(Oro, oro.!) i(Tomorrow… Read the rest
Two Years Later
by William Butler Yeats
Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn'd? Or warned you how despairing The moths are when they are burned? I could have warned you; but you are young, So we speak… Read the rest
Under Ben Bulben
by William Butler Yeats
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks a-crow. Swear by those horsemen, by those women Complexion and form prove superhuman, That… Read the rest
Under Saturn
by William Butler Yeats
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you… Read the rest
Under The Moon
by William Butler Yeats
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while; Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown a sail upon… Read the rest