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Tom O'Roughley
Tom O'Roughley
'THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town,
And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down,
An aimless joy is a pure joy,…
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the…
To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire
To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire
WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down …
To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear
To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear
BE you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the f…
To be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee
To be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee
I, THE poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green slates,
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
To An Isle In The Water
To An Isle In The Water
SHY one, Shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
A…
To A Young Beauty
To A Young Beauty
DEAR fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best;
To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin
To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin
Municipal Gallery If It Were
You gave, but will not give again
Until enough of paudeen'…
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
NOW all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
To A Shade
To A Shade
IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier-though…
Three Songs To The One Burden
Three Songs To The One Burden
THE Roaring Tinker if you like,
But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
Three Things
Three Things
`O cruel Death, give three things back,'
Sang a bone upon the shore;
`A child found all a child can lack,
Whether of pleasure or of re…
Three Marching Songs
Three Marching Songs
REMEMBER all those renowned generations,
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes…
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
…
The Withering Of The Boughs
The Withering Of The Boughs
I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring to the birds:
'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and …
The Winding Stair And Other Poems
The Winding Stair And Other Poems
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ
THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south, …
The Wild Swans At Coole
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;…
The White Birds
The White Birds
I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
An…
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,
High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our glances …
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, p…
The Valley of the Black Pig
The Valley of the Black Pig
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of f…
The Two Trees
The Two Trees
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers the…
The Travail Of Passion
The Travail Of Passion
WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scour…
The Three Monuments
The Three Monuments
THEY hold their public meetings where
Our most renowned patriots stand,
One among the birds of the air,
A stumpier on either ha…