Poems By Williams B. Yeats ADAM'S CURSE WE sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild...
2011-12-08
Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound A cross they had made out of two...
III And thinking of that fit of grief or rage I look upon one child or t'other there And wonder i...
"If but the shirt upon my body knew it I'd tear it off and throw it in the fire.' That speech was ...
The unfinished man and his pain Brought face to face with his own clumsiness; The finished man amo...
I run to Baile Honey-Mouth, To tell him how the girl Aillinn Rode from the country of her kin, An...
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"-- "They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I...
Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast. A POISON TREE I was angry with m...
SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE and THE BOOK of THEL by William Blake SONGS OF INNOCENCE IN...
Sleep, sleep, happy child! All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o'er t...
And felt the Classics were not dead, To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head, Or hear the Goat-foot piping...
2011-12-05
Senility's queasy furtive love-making, And searching those dear eyes for human meaning, Propping t...
of unequal merit, were full of humorous delight in the New World. In one of his travel papers he de...
One instant I, an instant, knew As God knows all. And it and you I, above Time, oh, blind! could s...
But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes...