When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.
The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
1More
The Fiddler of Dooney, by William Butler Yeats - 1 views
Impression fausse, de Paul Verlaine - 0 views
1More
Le temps a laissé son manteau…, de Charles d'Orléans - 0 views
Le Grand Meaulnes, d'Alain Fournier - 1 views
Le Petit Chaperon rouge, de Charles Perrault - 2 views
Saltimbanques, de Guillaume Apollinaire - 1 views
Apparition, de Stéphane Mallarmé - 0 views
Paisaje, de Federico Garcia Lorca - 0 views
La Belle et la Bête, de Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont - 2 views
Le Chat botté, de Charles Perrault - 1 views
Fétiche, de Pierre Reverdy - 0 views
Chanson de Barberine, d'Alfred de Musset - 2 views
La Cane de Jeanne, de Georges Brassens - 0 views
L'Homme et la mer, de Charles Baudelaire - 0 views
Comme la mer, d'Olivier Cadiot - 0 views
Demain, dès l'aube…, de Victor Hugo - 2 views
Mai, de Guillaume Apollinaire - 0 views
« First
‹ Previous
41 - 60
Next ›
Last »
Showing 20▼ items per page