Irish – Poet June 13, 1865 – January 28, 1939
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing […]
In dreams begins responsibility.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so […]
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
I think it better that in times like these a poet’s mouth be silent, for […]
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that […]
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and […]