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  • September 1913 | William Butler Yeats
    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 September 1913 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 and save Romantic Ireland s dead and gone It s with O Leary in the grave Yet they were of a different kind The names that stilled your childish play They have gone about the world like wind But little time had they to pray For whom the hangman s rope was spun And what God help us could they save Romantic Ireland s dead and gone It s with O Leary in the grave Was it for this the wild geese spread The grey wing upon every tide For this that all that blood was shed For this Edward Fitzgerald died

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  • The Ballad of Father Gilligan | William Butler Yeats
    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 The Ballad of Father Gilligan The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day For half his flock were in their beds Or under green sods lay Once while he nodded in a chair At the moth hour of the eve Another poor man sent for him And he began to grieve I have no rest nor joy nor peace For people die and die And after cried he God forgive My body spake not I He knelt and leaning on the chair He prayed and fell asleep And the moth hour went from the fields And stars began to peep They slowly into millions grew And leaves shook in the wind And God covered the world with shade And whispered to mankind Upon the time of sparrow chirp When the moths came once more The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor Mavrone mavrone The man has died While I slept in the chair He roused his horse out of its sleep And rode with little care He rode now as he never rode By rocky lane and fen The sick man s wife opened the door Father you come again And is the poor man dead he cried He died an hour ago The old priest Peter Gilligan In grief swayed to and fro When you were gone he turned and died As merry as a bird The old priest Peter Gilligan He knelt him at that word He Who hath made the night of stars For souls who tire and bleed Sent one of this great angels down To help me in

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  • The Dolls | William Butler Yeats
    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 The Dolls A doll in the doll maker s house Looks at the cradle and bawls That is an insult to us But

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  • The Fisherman | William Butler Yeats
    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 The Fisherman Although I can see him still The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies It s long since I began To call up to the eyes This wise and simple man All day I d looked in the face What I had hoped twould be To write for my own race And the reality The living men that I hate The dead man that I loved The craven man in his seat The insolent unreproved And no knave brought to book Who has won a drunken cheer The witty man and his joke Aimed at the commonest ear The clever man who cries The catch cries of the clown The beating down of the wise And great Art beaten down Maybe a twelvemonth since

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  • The Lake Isle of Innisfree | William Butler Yeats
    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 The Lake Isle of Innisfree I Will arise and go now and go to Innisfree And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made Nine bean rows will I have there a hive for the honeybee And live alone in the bee loud glade And I shall have some peace there for peace comes dropping slow Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings There midnight s all a glimmer and noon a purple glow And evening full of the linnet s wings I will arise and go now for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore

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  • The Stolen Child | William Butler Yeats
    Our Poetry Our Quizes Words Words Words Yeats inspired Artwork About This Site The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats There we ve hid our faery vats Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries Come away O human child To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand For the world s more full of weeping than you can understand Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep Come away O human child To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand For the world s more full of weeping than you can understand Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen Car In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star We seek for slumbering trout And

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  • The Wild Swans at Coole | William Butler Yeats
    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 The Wild Swans at Coole THE trees are in their autumn beauty The woodland paths are dry Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty Swans The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count I saw before I had well finished All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings I have looked upon those brilliant creatures And now my heart is sore All s changed since I hearing at twilight The first time on this shore The bell beat of their wings above my head Trod with a lighter tread Unwearied still lover by lover They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air Their hearts have not grown old Passion or

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  • His Books | 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

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