The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
> I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry »
> I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry »
> Swamp witch squinted. > "Annabel?" she called. > "Yes'm." > From around the top corner of the doorframe, Annabel »
> Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman' »
> That sail which leans on light, tired of islands, a schooner beating up the Caribbean > for home, could be Odysseus, home-bound on the Aegean; »
> With respect to historical violence emanating from among the ruling classes, no such relation to progress seems to obtain. The long series of dynastic and »