Author: William Butler Yeats

Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon’s pot-bellied I get a […]

‘O words are lightly spoken,’ Said Pearse to Connolly, ‘Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; […]

A doll in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the […]

An incident from the ‘Historia mei Temporis’ Of the Abbe Michel de Bourdeille Said lady once to lover, ‘None can […]

I Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. II Where got […]

(From Oedipus at Colonus) Chorus. Come praise Colonus’ horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood’s intricacies, The nightingale […]

Come gather round me, Parnellites, And praise our chosen man; Stand upright on your legs awhile, Stand upright while you […]

My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, […]

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging […]

I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what […]