Tag Archives: W B Yeats

For Mum – Happy Mother’s Day

The Song of the Old Mother By W.B Yeats I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow. And then I must scrub, and bake, and sweep, Till stars are … Continue reading

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Swifts Epitaph By W B Yeats

Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveller; he Served human liberty.

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The Chambermaids Second Song By W B Yeats

From pleasure of the bed, Dull as a worm, His rod and its butting head Limp as a worm, His spirit that has fled Blind as a worm.

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The 1916 Rising : Personalities and Perspectives – An Online Exhibition

Title: W.B. Yeats and the Irish Literary Revival Author: National Library Of Ireland Full Text & Source: http://www.nli.ie/1916/pdf/3.4.3.pdf The Internet, Online, 9/11/2016 Sample Text: W.B. Yeats and the Irish Literary Revival. The movement contributed to a sense of national identity, … Continue reading

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Down By the Salley Gardens By W B Yeats

Yeats poetry put to music and song…just beautiful Or a more traditional version of The Salley Gardens Down by the salley gardens    my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens    with little snow-white feet. She bid me … Continue reading

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The Stolen Child By W. B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, … Continue reading

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The Rose Tree By W B Yeats

‘O WORDS are lightly spoken,’ Said Pearse to Connolly, ‘Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or maybe but a wind that blows Across the bitter sea.’ “It needs to be but watered,’ James Connolly replied, … Continue reading

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