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Há 2 dias · A rose in the deeps of my heart. The wrong of unshapely things. Is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew. And sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, Remade, like a casket of gold. For my dreams of your image that blossoms. A rose in the deeps of my heart.
Há 4 dias · A hand under his head. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream. His mind moves upon silence. That the topless towers be burnt. And men recall that face, Move most gently if move you must. In this lonely place. She thinks, part woman, three parts a child, That nobody looks; her feet.
Há 3 dias · In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. By the road an ancient cross. On life, on death. Horseman, pass by! I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks a-crow. Swear by those horsemen, by those women.
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Há 5 dias · And the salmon behold, and the ousel too, My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear, The calling afar of the doe and the deer. And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear, And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood; And death, oh my fair one, will never come near. In the bosom afar of the fragrant wood. William Butler Yeats.
Há 5 dias · And grew to be out of fashion. Like an old song. All through the years of our youth. Neither could have known. Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed-. O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion.
Há 5 dias · Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trouble the air, And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care; While hushed from fea
