#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror,
I will arise and go now, and go to Inni… And a small cabin build there, of clay a… Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hiv… And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for…
I ranted to the knave and fool, But outgrew that school, Would transform the part, Fit audience found, but cannot rule My fanatic heart.
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
O WHAT has made that sudden noise? What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull and the sea are friends; But this is not the old sea
WHAT if I bade you leave The cavern of the mind? There’s better exercise In the sunlight and wind. I never bade you go
She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life,
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is gone, For love is but a skein unwound
Far-Off, most secret, and inviolate Ros… Enfold me in my hour of hours; where tho… Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the sti… And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Though 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
#1928 #TheTower
I HAD this thought a while ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun
Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net, And how you have leaped times out of min…
THERE is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their… When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters a bles… Because it was your prayer
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all… Come near me, while I sing the ancient… Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-e… Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin…
Swayed upon the gaudy stern The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crown upon the shore. I And though I would have hushed the cr…
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but show that Heaven yawns; Great Europa played the fool