Category Archives: Yeats William Butler

Youth and Age by W. B. Yeats

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest. William Butler Yeats 1865-1939 Advertisements

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Cloak, The Boat and The Shoes by W. B. Yeats

‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’ ‘What do you build with sails for flight?’ … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Down By The Salley Gardens by W. B. Yeats

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Sorrow of Love by W. B. Yeats

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man’s image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips And … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing by William Butler Yeats

Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who were it proved he lies Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

September 1913 by William Butler Yeats

What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone; For men were born to pray … Continue reading

Posted in Yeats William Butler | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment