All Things Can Tempt Me by YEATS, William Butler

LibriVox volunteers bring you 14 recordings of All Things Can Tempt Me by W. B. Yeats, from The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1912). This was the Weekly Poetry project for January...

Song of Wandering Aengus, The by YEATS, William Butler

LibriVox volunteers bring you eighteen different readings of The Song of Wandering Aengus, by Irish poet William Butler Yeats, to celebrate St. Patricks Day. This is Yeats in his...

Wild Swans at Coole, The by YEATS, William Butler

The Wild Swans at Coole is a collection of poems by William Butler Yeats, first published in 1917. It is also the name of a poem in that collection. The Wild Swans at Coole is in...

Four Years

At the end of the eighties my father and mother, my brother and sisters and myself, all newly arrived from Dublin, were settled in Bedford Park in a red-brick house with several...

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by YEATS, William Butler

LibriVox volunteers bring you nine different recordings of Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, by William Butler Yeats. This was the weekly poetry project for the week of...

Mad, Bad, Dangerous To Know: The Fathers Of Wilde, Yeats And Joyce

From the multiple award-winning author of The Master and Brooklyn, an illuminating look at Irish culture, history, and literature through the lives of the fathers of three of...

The Celtic Twilight

William Butler Yeats ( 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature.Rooted in myth, occult mysteries, and...

The Trembling Of The Veil

I have found in an old diary a quotation from Stephane Mallarmé, saying that his epoch was troubled by the trembling of the veil of the Temple. As those words were still true,...

The Wind Among The Reeds

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;Remember the wisdom out of the old days:Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,And the winds that blow through the starry...

Synge And The Ireland Of His Time

At times during Synge's last illness, Lady Gregory and I would speak of his work and always find some pleasure in the thought that unlike ourselves, who had made our experiments...

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