The Poetical Works of William B. Yeats ...: Lyrical poemsMacmillan, 1906 |
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Aengus Aillinn ANASHUYA ancient beautiful beech leaves old beloved birds blossom boughs have withered breast Cloth cried croziers Cruachan Cuchulain Cumhal curlew Danaan dance dead deep deer demons door dreams drop Druid Edain eyes face faery feet fell Fenians FERGUS fire flame foam gaze glimmering grass gray hair hands hazel head hear heard heart horn horse hound hour Irish Theatre king kiss Knocknarea land laughing leaves a-flutter round light lips little fox lonely LOVER Maeve merry moon mournful murmured Naoise never Niamh night Ogham OISIN pale PATRIC peace pearl-pale POEMS Red Branch red fox rode Rose sang sea's SEVEN WOODS shadows shore sigh singing sleep song Sorrow stars Stephen Phillips stept stone stood sweet things tide townland trees twilight VIJAYA wandering wandering fire waters wave weary weep wind wings wood young
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Seite 172 - THE ROSE OF THE WORLD Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna's children died.
Seite 42 - Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Seite 233 - I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the...
Seite 209 - Nor may I less be counted one With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson, Because to him, who ponders well, My rhymes more than their rhyming tell Of things discovered in the deep, Where only body's laid asleep.
Seite 266 - WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream; We will bend down and loosen our hair over you, That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew, Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.
Seite 274 - HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light...
Seite 9 - THE woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey Truth is now her painted toy; Yet still she turns her restless head: But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good. Where are now the warring kings, Word be-mockers? - By the Rood, Where are now the watring kings?
Seite 256 - BEAUTY O CLOUD-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies...
Seite 244 - A POET TO HIS BELOVED I BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams; White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-gray sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed from the pale fire of time: White woman with numberless dreams I bring you my passionate rhyme.
Seite 206 - For all things turn to barrenness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old.