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Há 3 dias · Now must I these three praise-Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares, No, not in these fifteen Many-times-troubled years, Could ever come between Mind and delighted mind; And one because her hand Had strength that could unbind What none can understand, What none can have and thrive, Youth's dreamy load, till she So changed me ...
Há 3 dias · With words lighter than air, Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease; Crumple the rose in your hair; And cover your lips with odorous twilight and say, 'O Hearts of wind -blown flame! 'O Winds, elder than changing of night and day, 'That murmuring and longing came, 'From marble cities loud with tabors of old. 'In dove -gray faery lands;
Há 2 dias · When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadow deep; How many loved y…
Há 3 dias · All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman's face, or worse- The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes re
Há 5 dias · 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 salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commen
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Há 4 dias · “The Four Irish Nobel Literary Laureates”—William Butler Yeats, George Bernard Shaw, Samuel Beckett, Seamus Heaney—in cast bronze by internationally noted Irish sculptor Rowan Gillespie. The piece was commissioned and donated by former BC Trustee and Burns Library benefactor Brian P. Burns for installation at Boston College Ireland.
