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Fröding, Gustaf
(Encyclopedia) Fröding, GustafFröding, Gustafgŭsˈtäv fröˈdĭng [key], 1860–1911, Swedish lyric poet. His first two volumes of poems, Guitar and Concertina (1891) and New Poems (1894), both translated…To be Carved on a Stone at Ballylee
To be Carved on a Stone at BallyleeI, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George; And may…Michael Robartes and the Dancer
Michael Robartes and the DancerHe.Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push That dragon through the fading light, Loved the lady; and it…Demon and Beast
Demon and BeastFor certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran out of my sight; Though I had long pernned in the gyre, Between my…Easter, 1916
Easter, 1916I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words…An Image from a Past Life
An Image from a Past LifeHe. Never until this night have I been stirred. The elaborate star-light has thrown reflections On the dark stream, Till all the eddies gleam; And thereupon there…William Butler Yeats: Michael Robartes and the Dancer
William Butler Yeats1921ContentsMichael Robartes and the DancerSolomon and the WitchAn Image from a Past LifeUnder SaturnEaster, 1916Sixteen Dead MenThe Rose TreeOn a Political PrisonerThe…The Leaders of the Crowd
The Leaders of the CrowdThey must to keep their certainty accuse All that are different of a base intent; Pull down established honour; hawk for news Whatever their loose phantasy invent And…A Meditation in Time of War
A Meditation in Time of WarFor one throb of the Artery, While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate Mankind inanimate fantasy.On a Political Prisoner
On a Political PrisonerShe that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down to her cell and there alit, And there endured her fingers…