Posts tagged with "The WIld Swans at Coole"
Wednesday, 22. October 2008, 02:53:25
poetry, Yeats, The WIld Swans at Coole, photography
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But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
The End
Tuesday, 21. October 2008, 02:09:53
poetry, Yeats, The WIld Swans at Coole
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
Monday, 20. October 2008, 02:31:59
The WIld Swans at Coole, Yeats, poetry
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Sunday, 19. October 2008, 03:19:38
poetry, Yeats, The WIld Swans at Coole
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
Saturday, 18. October 2008, 13:36:44
poetry, Yeats, The WIld Swans at Coole
THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.Time for a new poem, and few seem more apt for both these times and season than
William Butler Yeats'
The Wild Swans at Coole
WIDGETIZE