Poetry
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Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites by William Butler Yeats
Come gather round me, Parnellites,And praise our chosen man;Stand upright on your legs awhile,Stand upright while you can,For soon we…
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Closing Rhymes by William Butler Yeats
While I, from that reed-throated whispererWho comes at need, although not now as onceA clear articulation in the airBut inwardly,…
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Church And State by William Butler Yeats
Here is fresh matter, poet,Matter for old age meet;Might of the Church and the State,Their mobs put under their feet.O…
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Chosen by William Butler Yeats
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that muchStruggling for an image on the trackOf the whirling Zodiac.Scarce did…
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Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
The unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit…
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The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,Enfold me in my hour of hours; where thoseWho sought thee in the Holy…
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The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
“Spiritus mundi” means ‘world spirit’ in Latin, which Yeats references as a universal memory or ‘muse’ for the poet.A Cycle…
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These Are The Clouds by William Butler Yeats
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,The majesty that shuts his burning eye;The weak lay hand on what the…
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The Scholars by William Butler Yeats
Bald heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed…
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The Saint And The Hunchback by William Butler Yeats
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and blessA man that finds great bitternessIn thinking of his lost renown.A Roman…
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