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At Galway Races

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THERE where the course is,Delight makes all of the one mind,The riders upon the galloping horses,The crowd that closes in behind:We, too, had good attendance once,Hearers and hearteners of the…

Easter, 1916

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I have met them at close of dayComing with vivid facesFrom counter or desk among greyEighteenth-century houses.I have passed with a nod of the headOr polite meaningless words,Or have lingered…

A Model For The Laureate

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ON thrones from China to PeruAll sorts of kings have satThat men and women of all sortsproclaimed both good and great;And what’s the odds if such as theseFor reason of…

In The Seven Woods

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I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven WoodsMake their faint thunder, and the garden beesHum in the lime-tree flowers; and put awayThe unavailing outcries and the old bitternessThat empty…

The Hour Before Dawn

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A CURSING rogue with a merry face,A bundle of rags upon a crutch,Stumbled upon that windy placeCalled Cruachan, and it was as muchAs the one sturdy leg could doTo keep…

Baile And Aillinn

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ARGUMENT.  Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, theMaster of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own landamong the dead, told to each a story of the other’s death,…

Under The Moon

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I HAVE no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while;Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown…

When You are Old

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and…

A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare

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I have pointed out the yelling pack,The hare leap to the wood,And when I pass a complimentRejoice as lover shouldAt the drooping of an eye,At the mantling of the blood.…

These Are The Clouds

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THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,The majesty that shuts his burning eye:The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,Till that be tumbled that was lifted highAnd…