Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all … - William Butler Yeats

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I proved to my own satisfaction that I am madder than I think.

William Butler Yeats

Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Blood, Bravery, Fitzgerald, Gone, Tide, Wings

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When You Are Old" WHEN you are old and grey 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 shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Book, Dream, Murmur, Pilgrim, Stars, Take

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

Destroy, Doe, Fears, Men, Tends, Understand

A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.

Daughter, Land, Nobody, Old, Stars, Wise

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Friends, Friendship, Inspirational, Life, Met, Strangers

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Corner, Irishman, Joy, Periods, Tragedy