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Há 5 dias · Who but an idiot would praise. Dry stones in a well?'. 'The Man that I praise,'. Cries out the leafless tree, 'Has married and stays. By an old hearth, and he. On naught has set store. But children and dogs on the floor. Who but an idiot would praise.
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 · 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
Há 4 dias · Total 74 Death Poems by William Butler Yeats « 1; 2 » Top 10 most used topics by William Butler Yeats Heart 152 I Love You 145 Love 145 Great 142 Night 122 Long 114 Thought 113 Young 110 Away 107 Time 104
Há 5 dias · The Witch. Toil and grow rich, What's that but to lie. With a foul witch. And after, drained dry, To be brought. To the chamber where. Lies one long sought. With despair?
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