Poems by William Butler Yeats
The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
... And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest ...
The Hour Before Dawn
... And drank and yawned and stretched him out, ...
A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring
... Told all that had been said or done ...
Lines Written In Dejection
... The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies ...
Presences
... This night has been so strange that it seemed ...
Responsibilities - Introduction
... That has not passed through any huckster's loin, ...
On Being Asked For A War Poem
... He has had enough of medding who can please ...
In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen
... And with that cry I have raised my cry ...
Beggar To Beggar Cried
... ' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, ...
Parnell
... 'Ireland shall get her freedom and you still break stone ...
Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites
... Stand upright on your legs awhile, ...
Baile And Aillinn
... among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so ...
A Song
... I thOught 'twould burn my body ...
Her Triumph
... Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings ...
Swift's Epitaph
... Swift has sailed into his rest ...
