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Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment

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‘Love is allUnsatisfiedThat cannot take the wholeBody and soul’;And that is what Jane said. ‘Take the sourIf you take meI can scoff and lourAnd scold for an hour.’“That’s certainly the…

To be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee

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I, THE poet William Yeats,With old mill boards and sea-green slates,And smithy work from the Gort forge,Restored this tower for my wife George;And may these characters remainWhen all is ruin…

The Wild Old Wicked Man

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Because I am mad about womenI am mad about the hills,’Said that wild old wicked manWho travels where God wills.“Not to die on the straw at home.Those hands to close…

The Two Kings

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KING EOCHAID came at sundown to a woodWestward of Tara.  Hurrying to his queenHe had outridden his war-wasted menThat with empounded cattle trod the mire,And where beech-trees had mixed a pale…

The Arrow

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I THOUGHT of your beauty, and this arrow,Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.There’s no man may look upon her, no man,As when newly grown to be…

The Three Monuments

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THEY hold their public meetings whereOur most renowned patriots stand,One among the birds of the air,A stumpier on either hand;And all the popular statesmen sayThat purity built up the StateAnd…

The Dolls

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A DOLL in the doll-maker’s houseLooks at the cradle and bawls:“That is an insult to us.’But the oldest of all the dolls,Who had seen, being kept for show,Generations of his…

Parnell

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PARNELL came down the road, he said to a cheering man:“Ireland shall get her freedom and you still break stone.

On A Political Prisoner

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SHE that but little patience knew,From childhood on, had now so muchA grey gull lost its fear and flewDown to her cell and there alit,And there endured her fingers’ touchAnd…

A Prayer for My Daughter

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Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. There is no obstacleBut Gregory’s Wood and one bare hillWhereby the haystack and roof-levelling…