Poetry
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The Ladys Second Song by William Butler Yeats
What sort of man is comingTo lie between your feet?What matter, we are but women.Wash; make your body sweet;I have…
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The Ladys First Song by William Butler Yeats
I turn roundLike a dumb beast in a show.Neither know what I amNor where I go,My language beatenInto one name;I…
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The Indian Upon God by William Butler Yeats
I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees,My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,My…
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The Indian To His Love by William Butler Yeats
The island dreams under the dawnAnd great boughs drop tranquillity;The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,A parrot sways upon a…
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The Hour-Glass by William Butler Yeats
He said we might choose the subject for the lesson The Persons of the Play Wise Man. Bridget, his wife.…
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The Hour Before Dawn by William Butler Yeats
A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man,A bundle of rags upon a crutch,Stumbled on windy CruachanCursing the wind. It was as muchAs…
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The Host Of The Air by William Butler Yeats
ODriscoll drove with a song,The wild duck and the drake,From the tall and the tufted reedsOf the drear Hart Lake.…
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The Hosting Of The Sidhe by William Butler Yeats
The host is riding from KnocknareaAnd over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;Caolte tossing his burning hairAnd Niamh calling Away, come away:Empty…
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The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
O what to me the little roomThat was brimmed up with prayer and rest;He bade me out into the gloom,And…
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The Hawk by William Butler Yeats
Call down the hawk from the air;Let him be hooded or cagedTill the yellow eye has grown mild,For larder and…
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