Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors
WHAT they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Spilt Milk
WE that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The Balloon Of The Mind
HANDS, do what you're bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Parnell
PARNELL came down the road, he said to a cheering man:
'Ireland shall get her freedom and you still break stone.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Youth And Age
MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Statistics
'THOSE Platonists are a curse,' he said,
'God's fire upon the wane,
A diagram hung there instead,
More women born than men.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The Chambermaid's Second Song
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.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The Nineteenth Century And After
THOUGH the great song return no more
There's keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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A Stick Of Incense
Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world would melt
But liked the way his finger smelt.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The Lover's Song
BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,
On straining thighs.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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