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| 1251. | 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 spirit rocked in sleep and s... |
| 1252. | The Valley Of The Black Pig by William Butler Yeats | | The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the... |
| 1253. | Men Improve With The Years by William Butler Yeats | | I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found... |
| 1254. | Two Songs From A Play by William Butler Yeats | | I
I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
And tear the heart out of his side.
And lay the heart upon her hand
And bear that beat... |
| 1255. | Imitated From The Japanese by William Butler Yeats | | A most astonishing thing --
Seventy years have I lived;
(Hurrah for the flowers of Spring,
For Spring is here again.)
Seventy years have I liv... |
| 1256. | A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring by William Butler Yeats | | We sat under an old thorn-tree
And talked away the night,
Told all that had been said or done
Since first we saw the light,
And when we talked of ... |
| 1257. | On A Political Prisoner by William Butler Yeats | | She that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And ther... |
| 1258. | Presences by William Butler Yeats | | This night has been so strange that it seemed
As if the hair stood up on my head.
From going-down of the sun I have dreamed
That women laughing, or... |
| 1259. | Responsibilities - Introduction by William Butler Yeats | | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,
Old Dublin merchant "free of the ten and four"
Or trading out o... |
| 1260. | On Being Asked For A War Poem by William Butler Yeats | | I think it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of me... |
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