#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead… Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade… The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night… That we descant and yet again descant
“Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul”; And that is what Jane said.
Once more the storm is howling, and half… Under this cradle—hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstac… But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack—and roof—levelling…
COME gather round me, Parnellites, And praise our chosen man; Stand upright on your legs awhile, Stand upright while you can, For soon we lie where he is laid,
My love, we will go, we will go, I and… And away in the woods we will scatter th… And the salmon behold, and the ousel too… My love, we will hear, I and you, we wi… The calling afar of the doe and the deer…
‘Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more. ’To stable and to kennel go;
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
‘I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,’ cried she. ‘Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.’
These are the clouds about the fallen su… The majesty that shuts his burning eye: The weak lay hand on what the strong has… Till that be tumbled that was lifted hig… And discord follow upon unison,
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
When the flaming lute-thronged angelic d… When an immortal passion breathes in mor… Our hearts endure the scourge, the plait… Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in… The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Through intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had done Made my attention stray.
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
I have old women’s secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once
#1928 #TheTower
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 wor…
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our… And then away, away, like whirling flame… And now fled by, mist-covered, without s… The youth and lady and the deer and houn… ‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ Niamh s…
The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled…
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey Truth is now her painted toy; Yet still she turns her restless head: