Category Archives: William Butler Yeats

Poem – Upon a Dying Lady

I Her Courtesy WITH the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face. She would not have us sad because she is … Continue reading

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Poem – The Indian to His Love

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 sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship … Continue reading

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Poem – Under the Round Tower

ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in linen A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours,’ Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight come On great-grandfather’s battered tomb.’ Upon a grey … Continue reading

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Poem – The Seven Sages

The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan’s house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once. The Third. My great-grandfather’s father talked of music, Drank tar-water with the Bishop of Cloyne. The Fourth. … Continue reading

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Poem – The Three Monuments

THEY hold their public meetings where Our most renowned patriots stand, One among the birds of the air, A stumpier on either hand; And all the popular statesmen say That purity built up the State And after kept it from … Continue reading

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Poem – A Prayer for Old Age

GOD guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all; O what am I … Continue reading

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Poem – Spilt Milk

WE that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on a stone.

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