The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.
#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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…
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
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…
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
IF Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-p… He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God’s wars
SHE that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down to her cell and there alit, And there endured her fingers’ touch
HAS no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn’d? Or warned you how despairing The moths are when they are burned? I could have warned you; but you are you…
FATHER AND CHILD SHE hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being mentioned with a man
Shepherd. That cry’s from the first cuc… I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast Could make me wish for anything this day… Being old, but that the old alone might…
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring Declare that winter’s best of all; And after that there’s nothing good
#1928 #TheTower
THERE’S many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are riding to; Boughs have their fruit and blossom
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window—sill. It rose in a straight blue garment,
#1899 #Ballad #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hol… Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and eve…
#Allusion #Mixed
I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round,
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
BECAUSE there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible to a man of sense. Distrustful of thar popular eye
III Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripp… Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid, Love has blinded him with tears;