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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
  • An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Butler Yeats Quotes , Thinking Quotes , Wind Quotes