Relationships and Family

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.

A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love.

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

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 her would not agree.

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Daughter am I in my mother’s house; But mistress in my own.

A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair— (Even as you and I!)

We have done with Hope and Honor, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

It is sweet to dance to violins When Love and Life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!

Be it granted me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home!

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble dew, Steel-true and blade-straight The great artificer Made my mate.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of birdsong at morning and starshine at night.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

That old sweetheart of mine.

Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair.

Faint heart never won fair lady! Nothing venture, nothing win— Blood is thick, but water’s thin— In for a penny, in for a pound 2 — It’s Love that makes the world go round!

I often think it’s comical How nature always does contrive That every boy and every gal, That’s born into the world alive, Is either a little Liberal, Or else a little Conservative!

Pretty young wards in Chancery.

None shall part us from each other, One in life and death are we: All in all to one another— I to thee and thou to me! Thou the tree and I the flower— Thou the idol; I the throng— Thou the day and I the hour— Thou the singer; I the song!

Prithee, pretty maiden, will you marry me? (Hey, but I’m hopeful, willow, willow, waly!)