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The Wild Swans at Coole

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The trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn…

Symbols

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A STORM BEATEN old watch-tower,A blind hermit rings the hour.All-destroying sword-blade stillCarried by the wandering fool.Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,Beauty and fool together laid.

Death

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NOR dread nor hope attendA dying animal;A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all;Many times he died,Many times rose again.A great man in his prideConfronting murderous menCasts derision uponSupersession of…

The Three Bushes

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SAID lady once to lover,“None can rely uponA love that lacks its proper food;And if your love were goneHow could you sing those songs of love?I should be blamed, young…

An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

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I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My county is Kiltartan Cross,My…

The Two Trees

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BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,The holy tree is growing there;From joy the holy branches start,And all the trembling flowers they bear.The changing colours of its fruitHave dowered the stars…

Consolation

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O but there is wisdomIn what the sages said;But stretch that body for a whileAnd lay down that headTill I have told the sagesWhere man is comforted. How could passion…

The Saint And The Hunchback

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Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and blessA man that finds great bitternessIn thinking of his lost renown.A Roman Caesar is held downUnder this hump. Saint. God tries each…

The Host Of The Air

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O’DRISCOLL drove with a songThe wild duck and the drakeFrom the tall and the tufted reedsOf the drear Hart Lake.And he saw how the reeds grew darkAt the coming of…

Responsibilities – Closing

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While I, that reed-throated whispererWho comes at need, although not now as onceA clear articulation in the air,But inwardly, surmise companionsBeyond the fling of the dull ass’s hoof–Ben Johnson’s phrase–and…