W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.
Index of First Lines
- Although I can see him still
- Although I’d lie lapped up in linen
- An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge
- A speckled cat and a tame hare
- Bald heads forgetful of their sins
- Call down the hawk from the air
- Cat went here and there, The
- Come play with me
- Dear fellow-artist, why so free
- Five-and-twenty years have gone
- God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage
- Hands, do what you’re bid
- I am worn out with dreams
- I know that I shall meet my fate
- I’ll say and maybe dream I have drawn content
- I think it better that in times like these
- I thought no more was needed
- I would be ignorant as the dawn
- May God be praised for woman
- My dear, my dear, I know
- Now that we’re almost settled in our house
- One had a lovely face
- On the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s eye
- On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
- Others because you did not keep
- Sang Solomon to Sheba
- She is foremost of those that I would hear praised
- She might, so noble from head
- Stand up and lift your hand and bless
- That cry’s from the first cuckoo of the year
- There is a queen in China, or maybe it’s in Spain
- There is grey in your hair
- This great purple butterfly
- This night has been so strange that it seemed
- Though logic choppers rule the town
- Trees are in their autumn beauty, The
- What have I earned for all that work,’ I said
- When have I last looked on
- With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace
- Would I could cast a sail on the water