When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the...More
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Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a...More
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things...More
I Around me the images of thirty years; An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side;...More
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin...More
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can...More
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it...More
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And...More
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms,...More
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that...More
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs...More
I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and...More
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter...More
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those...More
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a...More
We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,...More
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid...More
