#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Endure what life God gives and ask no l… Cease to remember the delights of youth,… Delight becomes death-longing if all lon… Even from that delight memory treasures… Death, despair, division of families, al…
#1928 #TheTower
BECAUSE we love bare hills and stunte… And were the last to choose the settled… Its boredom of the desk or of the spade,… So many years companioned by a hound, Our voices carry; and though slumber-bou…
A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show,
Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye We grope, and grope in vain,
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
I CALL on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-… To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words,
PARNELL’S FUNERAL UNDER the Great Comedian’s tomb the c… A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that is clear of cl… Brightness remains; a brighter star shoo…
Old fathers, great-grandfathers, Rise as kindred should. If ever lover’s loneliness Came where you stood, Pray that Heaven protect us
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up
BIRD sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the same rest On mind, on nest,
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics,
YOU think it horrible that lust and rag… Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was… What else have I to spur me into song?
Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and… For happy lovers passed two by two where… And I dreamed my lost love came stealth… With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on d… I cried in my dream, O women, bid the y…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Overcome—O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl— The rich man and his affairs, The fat flocks and the fields’ fatness, Mariners, rough harvesters;
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there