Tag Archives: William Butler 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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Easter 1916 By W B Yeats

I I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said … Continue reading

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Swift’s Epitaph By William Butler 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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I Am Of Ireland By William Butler Yeats

I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,’ cried she. ‘Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.’ One man, one man alone In that outlandish gear, One solitary man Of all … Continue reading

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An Acre Of Grass By William Butler Yeats

PICTURE and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house Where nothing stirs but a mouse. My temptation is quiet. Here at life’s end Neither loose imagination, Nor … Continue reading

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Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ And then, ‘I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. ‘Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair.’ Ah, … Continue reading

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Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand; Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies, But we have hidden in … Continue reading

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