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4 de mai. de 2024 · Curiosità su Raccolta di liriche di william butler yeats: Artistica ha dato espressione allo spirito di un'intera nazione.» (motivazione del premio nobel, 1923) william butler yeats (dublino, 13 ...
8 de mai. de 2024 · Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest, Caverned in night under the drifted snow, Or where that snow and winter 's dreadful blast. Beat down upon their naked bodies, know. That day brings round the night, that before dawn. His glory and his monuments are gone. William Butler Yeats. Rate:
Há 1 dia · Through winter - time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring. Declare that winter's best of all; And after that there s nothing good. Because the spring-time has not come-. Nor know that what disturbs our blood. Is but its longing for the tomb. William Butler Yeats.
21 de mai. de 2024 · 10. In a poem by Yeats, he catches a fish which turns into a beautiful woman who promptly runs away from him. The poem is 'The Song of Wandering Aengus'. Aengus has spent the rest of his life searching for this woman, never to find her again. This quiz was reviewed by FunTrivia editor LadyCaitriona before going online.
Há 5 dias · Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, “Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon. That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul. My Self. The consecretes blade upon my knees.
15 de mai. de 2024 · When all those rooms and passages are gone, When nettles wave upon a shapeless mound. And saplings root among the broken stone, And dedicate-eyes bent upon the ground, Back turned upon the brightness of the sun. And all the sensuality of the shade -. A moment 's memory to that laurelled head. William Butler Yeats. Rate:
Há 1 dia · Delighted to be but wise, For men improve with the years; And yet, and yet, Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met. When I had my burning youth! But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton. Among the streams.
