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An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Show...
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Show...
poem by Oscar Wilde
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Fa...
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Fa...
poem by Oscar Wilde
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while ...
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while ...
poem by James Joyce
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow ...
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow ...
poem by James Joyce
IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Should hea...
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Should hea...
poem by William Butler Yeats
There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
...
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
...
poem by William Butler Yeats
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run ...
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run ...
poem by James Joyce
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
And one in fear was standing n...
When one at twilight shyly played
And one in fear was standing n...
poem by James Joyce
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division f...
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division f...
poem by William Butler Yeats
I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Wou...
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Wou...
poem by Katharine Tynan
I THOUGHT, beloved, to have brought to you
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your br...
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your br...
poem by George William Russell
I WILL not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To br...
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To br...
poem by George William Russell
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -...
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -...
poem by James Joyce
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods,
Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings
From it...
Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings
From it...
poem by George William Russell
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's w...
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's w...
poem by James Joyce
PARNELL'S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is bl...
UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is bl...
poem by William Butler Yeats
The Dean would visit Market-hill;
Our invitation was but slight;
I said—why—Let him if he will...
Our invitation was but slight;
I said—why—Let him if he will...
poem by Jonathan Swift
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high,
And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, ...
And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, ...
poem by Thomas Moore
Why should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist
T...
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist
T...
poem by William Butler Yeats
Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now...
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now...
poem by Oscar Wilde
So I have sunk my roots in earth
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
And fear no more the grave...
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
And fear no more the grave...
poem by Katharine Tynan
A wise man should have money in his head, but not in his heart....
quote by Jonathan Swift
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that fam...
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that fam...
poem by William Butler Yeats
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
Struggling for an image on the track
Of the whirling...
Struggling for an image on the track
Of the whirling...
poem by William Butler Yeats
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of ...
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of ...
poem by Thomas Moore
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
Never did Covent Garden boast
S...
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
Never did Covent Garden boast
S...
poem by Jonathan Swift
Night closed around the conqueror's way,
And lightnings show'd the distant hill,
Where those who...
And lightnings show'd the distant hill,
Where those who...
poem by Thomas Moore
Who talks of Plato's spindle;
What set it whirling round?
Eternity may dwindle,
Time is unwound,
...
What set it whirling round?
Eternity may dwindle,
Time is unwound,
...
poem by William Butler Yeats
THE TWILIGHT fleeted away in pearl on the stream,
And night, like a diamond done, stood still in ou...
And night, like a diamond done, stood still in ou...
poem by George William Russell
Aetatis suae fifty-two,
A rich Divine began to woo
A handsome young imperious girl,
Nearly relate...
A rich Divine began to woo
A handsome young imperious girl,
Nearly relate...
poem by Jonathan Swift
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out...
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out...
poem by William Butler Yeats
LET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting sm...
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting sm...
poem by Jonathan Swift
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers,
Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend;
Where sig...
Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend;
Where sig...
poem by Thomas Moore
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking....
quote by William Butler Yeats
WE turned back mad from the mystic mountains,
All foamed with red and with elfin gold:
Up from the...
All foamed with red and with elfin gold:
Up from the...
poem by George William Russell
Hidden by old age awhile
In masker's cloak and hood,
Each hating what the other loved,
Face to fa...
In masker's cloak and hood,
Each hating what the other loved,
Face to fa...
poem by William Butler Yeats
Oh! doubt me not -- the season
Is o'er when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Sh...
Is o'er when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Sh...
poem by Thomas Moore
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the popl...
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the popl...
poem by Oscar Wilde
My banks are all furnished with rags,
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;
I've torn up my old mo...
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;
I've torn up my old mo...
poem by Thomas Moore
HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose;
The spirit woke anew in nightly birth
Unto the vastness...
The spirit woke anew in nightly birth
Unto the vastness...
poem by George William Russell
(To Ellen Terry)
I marvel not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that p...
I marvel not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that p...
poem by Oscar Wilde
She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre
The rosy rays of evening fell,
As if to feed with their so...
The rosy rays of evening fell,
As if to feed with their so...
poem by Thomas Moore
EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through th...
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through th...
poem by George William Russell
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her ...
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her ...
poem by Jonathan Swift
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the n...
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the n...
poem by Oscar Wilde
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
F...
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
F...
poem by James Joyce
WITH a whirl of thoughts oppress’d,
I sunk from reverie to rest.
A horrid vision seized my h...
I sunk from reverie to rest.
A horrid vision seized my h...
poem by Jonathan Swift
A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle....
quote by Jonathan Swift
Drink to her who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
What gold could ne...
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
What gold could ne...
poem by Thomas Moore
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