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  • A Nativity | William Butler Yeats
    A Coat A Cradle Song A Nativity An Acre of Grass Brown Penny At Galway Races He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven I am of Ireland In Memory of Eva Gore Booth and Con Markiewicz In Tara s Halls September 1913 The Ballad of Father Gilligan The Dolls The Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site A Nativity What woman hugs her infant there Another star has shot an ear What made the drapery glisten so Not a man but Delacroix What made the ceiling waterproof Landor s tarpaulin on the roof What brushes fly and moth aside Irving and his plume of pride What hurries out the knaye and dolt Talma and his thunderbolt Why is the woman terror struck Can there be mercy in that look W B Yeats Recording Review by Niamh 6th A Nativity is a beautiful poem but at the same time it is a bit scary But that

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  • An Acre of Grass | William Butler Yeats
    Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site An Acre of Grass Picture and book remain An acre of green grass For air and exercise Now strength of body goes Midnight an old

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  • Brown Penny | William Butler Yeats
    Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site Brown Penny I whispered I am too young And then I am old enough Wherefore I threw a

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  • At Galway Races | William Butler Yeats
    Tara s Halls September 1913 The Ballad of Father Gilligan The Dolls The Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site At Galway Races There where the course is Delight makes all of the one mind The riders upon the galloping horses The crowd that closes in behind We too had good attendance once Hearers and hearteners of the work Aye horsemen for companions Before the merchant and the clerk Breathed on the world with timid breath Sing on somewhere at some new moon We ll learn that sleeping is not death Hearing the whole earth change its tune Its flesh being wild and it again Crying aloud as the racecourse is And we find hearteners among men That ride upon horses W B Yeats Recording Review by Grace 6th I think this is a lovely poem I love how it feels magical It also feels like I am at the races and it was a

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  • He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | William Butler Yeats
    An Acre of Grass Brown Penny At Galway Races He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven I am of Ireland In Memory of Eva Gore Booth and Con Markiewicz In Tara s Halls September 1913 The Ballad of Father Gilligan The Dolls The Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 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 have only my dreams I have spread my dreams under your feet Tread softly because you tread on my dreams W B Yeats Recording Review by Evelyn 5th I like this poem because it is all about colours and clothes I didn t know what some of the word but I found out what thay meant on

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  • I am of Ireland | William Butler Yeats
    The Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site I am of Ireland 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 that rambled there Had turned his stately head That is a long way off And time runs on he said And the night grows rough I am of Ireland And the Holy Land of Ireland And time runs on cried she Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland The fiddlers are all thumbs Or the fiddle string accursed The drums and the kettledrums And the trumpets all are burst And the trombone cried he The trumpet and trombone And cocked a malicious eye But time runs on runs on I am of Ireland And the Holy Land of Ireland And

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  • In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz | William Butler Yeats
    Dolls The Fisherman The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Stolen Child The Wild Swans at Coole His Books Nobel Prize for Literature Notable Quotes Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site In Memory of Eva Gore Booth and Con Markiewicz The light of evening Lissadell Great windows open to the south Two girls in silk kimonos both Beautiful one a gazelle But a raving autumn shears Blossom from the summer s wreath The older is condemned to death Pardoned drags out lonely years Conspiring among the ignorant I know not what the younger dreams Some vague Utopia and she seems When withered old and skeleton gaunt An image of such politics Many a time I think to seek One or the other out and speak Of that old Georgian mansion mix pictures of the mind recall That table and the talk of youth Two girls in silk kimonos both Beautiful one a gazelle Dear shadows now you know it all All the folly of a fight With a common wrong or right The innocent and the beautiful

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  • In Tara’s Halls | William Butler Yeats
    Yeats at the National Library of Ireland Yeats in Song Yeats Remembered Our Work Our Mind Maps Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site In Tara s Halls A man I praise that once in Tara s Hals Said to the woman on his knees Lie still My hundredth year is at an end I think That something is about to happen I think That the adventure of old age begins To many women I have said Lie still And given everything a woman needs A roof good clothes passion love perhaps But never asked for love should I ask that I shall be old indeed Thereon the man Went to the Sacred House and stood between The golden plough and harrow and spoke aloud That all attendants and the casual crowd might hear God I have loved but should I ask return Of God or woman the time were come to die He bade his hundred and first year at end Diggers and carpenters make grave and coffin Saw that the grave was deep the coffin sound Summoned the generations of his house Lay in the coffin stopped his breath and died W

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