You say, as I have often given tongue In praise of what another’s said or sung… ’Twere politic to do the like by these; But was there ever dog that praised his…

Sung by the people of Faery over Dia… We who are old, old and gay, O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of years, If all were told:

Hic. ON the grey sand beside the shallo… Under your old wind-beaten tower, where… A lamp burns on beside the open book That Michael Robartes left, you walk in… And though you have passed the best of l…

WE sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close fr… And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, 'A line will take us hours mayb… Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thoug…

I have pointed out the yelling pack, The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye,

Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies

Ah, but Time has touched a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form

Shepherd. That cry’s from the first cuc… I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor bea… Could make me wish for anything this day… Being old, but that the old alone might…

Come praise Colonus’ horses, and come p… The wine-dark of the wood’s intricacies, The nightingale that deafens daylight th… If daylight ever visit where, Unvisited by tempest or by sun,

SADDLE and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, i{What says the Clock in the Great Clo… All those tragic characters ride But turn from Rosses’ crawling tide,