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  • 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.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Butler Yeats Quotes , Blood Quotes , Wings Quotes
  • I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be, Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Butler Yeats Quotes , Flames Quotes , Sea Quotes