A
A cursing rogue with a merry face
A doll in the doll-maker's house
A man came slowly from the setting sun
A mermaid found a swimming lad
A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Ah, that Time could touch a form
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face
Although I shelter from the rain
Although you hide in the ebb and flow
An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us
B
Be you still, be you still, trembling heart
Being out of heart with government
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
C
Cumhal called out, bending his head
D
Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
E
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span
F
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose
Fasten your hair with a golden pin
G
H
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair
Having inherited a vigorous mind
He stood among a crowd at Drumahair
How should the world be luckier if this house
Hurry to bless the hands that play
I
I bring you with reverent hands
I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
I had this thought a while ago
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde
I have old women's secrets now
I have pointed out the yelling pack
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
I thought of your beauty, and this arrow
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning [Among School Children]
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning [Colonus' Praise]
I whispered, „I am too young,“
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
If Michael, leader of God's host
If this importunate heart trouble your peace
If you have revisited the town, thin Shade
If you, that have grown old, were the first dead
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
K
Know, that I would accounted be
L
Laughter not time destroyed my voice
M
Many ingenious lovely things are gone
Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bell
N
Never give all the heart, for love
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye
O
O bid me mount and sail up there
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes
O curlew, cry no more in the air
O hurry where by water among the trees
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still
O thought, fly to her when the end of day
O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence
Once, when midnight smote the air
One that is ever kind said yesterday
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn
P
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Poets with whom I learned my trade
Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride
Put off that mask of burning gold
R
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
S
Send peace on all the lands and flickering corn
Some may have blamed you that you took away
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns
Sweetheart, do not love too long
T
That is no country for old men. The young
The bees build in the crevices
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves
The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
The fascination of what's difficult
The host is riding from Knocknarea
The island dreams under the dawn
The jester walked in the garden
The moments passed as at a play
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
There was a green branch hung with many a bell
There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend
These are the clouds about the fallen sun
They hold their public meetings where
This whole day have I followed in the rocks
Though leaves are many, the root is one
Though nurtured like the sailing moon
Though to my feathers in the wet
Though you are in your shining days
Three old hermits took the air
Through winter-time we call on spring
Time to put off the world and go somewhere
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
Two heavy trestles, and a board
W
We sat together at one summer's end
We sat under an old thorn-tree
We should be hidden from their eyes
Were you but lying cold and dead
What do you make so fair and bright?
What need you, being come to sense
What shall I do with this absurdity
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
When my arms wrap you round I press
When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
Where, where but here have pride and Truth
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes
While I, that reed-throated whisperer
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
Who will go drive with Fergus now
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
Would it were anything but merely voice!
Y
You gave, but will not give again
You say, as I have often given tongue
You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play
Your eyes that once were never weary of mine
Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood