SPRING IN ITALYFragrant and bright,even since February spring has been entering gardens,and here the almond has suddenly come into bloomand its whiten...
Who will go drive with Fergus now， And pierce the deep wood‘s woven shade， And dance upon the level shore？ Young man， lift up your russet brow， ...
He stood among a crowd at Drumahair； His heart hung all upon a silken dress， And he had known at last some tenderness， Before earth took him to her st...
Although I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree， My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics， Ere Time tran...
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 on a chai...
Beloved， gaze in thine own heart， The holy tree is growing there； From joy the holy branches start， And all the trembling flowers they bear. The chang...
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes， My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent down above the fading coals And talked of...
Know， that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang， to sweeten Ireland‘s wrong， Ballad and story， rann and song； Nor be I any l...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another‘s arms， birds in the trees， —Those dying generations—at their song， The s...
I What shall I do with this absurdity— O heart， O troubled heart—this caricature， Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog‘...