The Peacock
What's riches to him / That has made a great peacock
The Great Day
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HURRAH for revolution and more cannon-shot!
A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.
Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again!
The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.
More poems by William Butler Yeats
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, / For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
A Memory Of Youth
THE moments passed as at a play; / I had the wisdom love brings forth;
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, / The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,