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  The Play of Modern Manners 16 Has the Drama of Contemporary Life a Root of its Own 18 Why the Blind Man in Ancient Times


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id: 15153
title: The Land of Heart''s Desire
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  bowl of primroses on the sill of the window._ MAURTEEN BRUIN, FATHER setting the table for supper._ MAIRE BRUIN _sits on the settle reading As be the hearts of birds, till children come. Remember, they may steal new-married brides Upon May Eve. MAIRE BRUIN _(going over to the window and taking the flowers from the Great power to the good people on May Eve. MAURTEEN BRUIN. [_A knock at the door._ MAIRE BRUIN _opens it and then goes to the [A _knock at the door._ MAIRE BRUIN _opens it and then takes a sod of [SHAWN BRUIN _comes over to her and leads her to the settle._ But you work on because your heart is old. But you are wise because your heart is old. Because you are so young and little a child I bid you, Maire Bruin, come to me. Some of the voices seem to come from within the house._


id: 30488
title: The Green Helmet and Other Poems
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  And love comes in at the eye; A cat-headed man out of Connaught go pacing and spitting by; I thought that no living man could have pushed me from the door, If I lived here a hundred years, could a worse thing come than that Till I could stand it no longer, and whipped off his head at a blow, When a man with a right to get it has come to ask for your head? He said that in twelve months more he would come again to this house And there''s not a man in the house that will close his eyes to-night, No, Conall is the best man here. [_A light gradually comes into the house from the sea, on which the [_A black cat-headed Man holds out the Helmet. [_He places the Helmet on CUCHULAIN''S head_] And these things I make prosper, till a day come that I know,


id: 30652
title: In The Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  A young man cried and kissed her hand Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies; There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing beside Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like herself, young man has Aoife''s face and hair, but he has Cuchullain''s eyes. As they go out Cuchullain & certain young Kings (Concobar, a man much older than Cuchullain, has come in through the Kings, Daire, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk.) Cuchullain sits in his great chair with certain of the young (Cuchullain comes down from his great chair. (He goes towards the door at back, followed by Young Man. He turns on (He goes out, followed by Young Man. The other Kings begin to follow He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife''s son.


id: 5167
title: The Countess Cathleen
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  SCENE--A room with lighted fire, and a door into the open air, Look out, and tell me if your father''s coming. (OONA, MARY, and CATHLEEN go Out. ALEEL looks defiantly at (TEIG lifts one arm slowly and points toward the door and begins You come to buy our souls? At every house door, that we buy men''s souls, Nailed like dead vermin to the doors of God. SECOND MERCHANT. COUNTESS CATHLEEN comes in leaning Upon ALEEL''s arm. (She goes to chapel door; ALEEL holds his clasped hands towards SECOND MERCHANT (looking into chapel door) (CATHLEEN wakes and comes to door of the chapel.) We are merchants, and we know the book of the world (The SECOND MERCHANT, who has been listening at the door, comes (An Old PEASANT WOMAN comes forward, and he takes up a book and I come to barter a soul for a great price.


id: 5168
title: The Land of Heart''s Desire
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  MAURTEEN BRUIN, SHAWN BRUIN, and BRIDGET BRUIN sit in the alcove of some remote time, and near them sits an old priest, FATHER MARY BRUIN stands by the door reading a book. As be the hearts of birds, till children come. dressed, perhaps in faery green, comes out of the wood and takes (A thin old arm comes round the door-post and knocks and But find the excellent old way through love, Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house! Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, Because your heart is old. But you are wise because your heart is old. Bring it me, old father. Child, how old are you? Stay and come with me, newly-married bride, I bid you, Mary Bruin, come to me. I hear them sing, "Come, newly-married bride, Come, to the woods and waters and pale lights." (MARY BRUIN dies, and the CHILD goes.)


id: 6865
title: Four Years
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  propaganda, ''Tell those young men in Ireland that this great thing written.'' ''But,'' said the dull man, ''would you not have given us three times a week,'' said Wilde, ''for an hour a day but I have in the house, for Morris was an old man content at last to gather like imagining in every great change, believing that the first Ruskin had said to some friend of my father''s--''As I go to my work great deal--too much, I imagine, for so young a man, or may be for father was a great mathematician--or ''A woman once said to me, talking some time when Mrs. Ellis came into the room and said: thought ''like a man of letters,'' now exasperated at their A great passionate nature, a sort of female Dr. Johnson, impressive, I think, to every man or woman who had like a dumb-bell.'' I said, for I knew that her imagination


id: 5795
title: The Secret Rose
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  the tub and began to beat the door with it, till the lay brother came ''Can you tell me,'' said the knight, ''if the old man to whom the pigs Then he laid the heads in a heap before the knight, and said: ''O great ''I live in a land far from this, and was one of the Knights of St. John,'' said the old man; ''but I was one of those in the Order who always daughter of a little king who lived a great way off; and when he saw her people in red caps who come out of the lake driving little white cows ''Why,'' said the old man, ''do you fear the ancient gods who made the ''Tumaus Costello,'' said the old man, ''you have done a good deed to ''If you come with evil thoughts and armed men,'' said the son of Dermott


id: 5793
title: Stories of Red Hanrahan
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  Hanrahan went to the man of the house and said, ''I got your message''; said the man of the house, and Hanrahan turned his eyes from the old man ''There''s time enough, Red Hanrahan,'' said the man of the house. and withered like a bird''s claw on Hanrahan''s hand, and said: ''It is not stop with us after all, Hanrahan''; and the old man said: ''He will stop And once Hanrahan said as a man would say in a dream, ''It is time for is a long time you have been coming to us, Hanrahan the learned man and the second old woman rose up with the stone in her hands, and she said man said, ''I will never turn away Hanrahan of the poets from my door,'' then, asking him for a song, but the man of the house said it was no house said to the young men, they would all know what dancing was like


id: 5794
title: Rosa Alchemica
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  door had closed, and the peacock curtain, glimmering like many-coloured see,'' said Michael Robartes, ''that you are still fond of incense, and fallen into a profound dream-like reverie in which I heard him the grey and white doves.'' In the midst of my dream I saw him hold but the divine powers would only appear in beautiful shapes, which what men called the moods; and worked all great changes in the world; faint sigh into men''s minds and then changing their thoughts and hands a little chainless censer of bronze, wrought into the likeness have never heard the like; and every moment the dance was more they fell, shaping into the likeness of living beings of an wave of passion, that seemed like the soul of the dance moving within robes, their upturned faces looking to my imagination like hollow looked, a little crowd hurried out of the door and began gathering


id: 10459
title: The Celtic Twilight
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  little bright-eyed old man, who lived in a leaky and one-roomed cabin he said, in dark clothes like people of our own time, who stood about a to her father, "Go and ask him to come in and dine." The old man went old tax-gatherer got up to go, and my friend said, "I hope we will have man insisted that he had said it for Byrne''s good; and went on to tell us, it is said, day and night, like bats upon an old tree; and that we My old Mayo woman told me one day that something very bad had come rocking her, when a woman of the Sidhe (the faeries) came in, and said said, ''but come to the house with us.'' We went home with them, and sat friend asked, "How wee was she?" And the old woman said, "Well now, she When he came in the old woman said, "Your brother


id: 8557
title: Synge and the Ireland of His Time
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  At times during Synge''s last illness, Lady Gregory and I would speak of abstract thoughts are raised up between men''s minds and Nature, who never does the same thing twice, or makes one man like another, till presence of a mind like some noisy and powerful machine, of thought need, find words that delight the ear, make pictures to the mind''s eye, Synge seemed by nature unfitted to think a political thought, and with change a man''s thought about the world or stir his moral nature, for great orator took delight in, from formidable men, from moral life that would destroy the arts; and here, to take a thought from Yet, in Synge''s plays also, fantasy gives the form and not the thought, Synge, like all of the great kin, sought for the Synge must have read a great deal at one time, but he was not a man you


id: 7448
title: The Hour Glass
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  WISE MAN [turning over the pages of a book]. [The FOOL comes in and stands at the door, told me that I am wise, and I have never seen an angel. Is it long since you have seen them, Teigue the Fool? "Glory be to God," but before I came the wise men said it. book must be different, for only fools and women have thoughts like I am the Angel of the Most High God. WISE MAN. ANGEL [at the door and pointing at the hour-glass]. some one came to the door, and when I looked up I saw an angel Oh, look out of the door and tell me if there is anybody market like Teigue the Fool! [FOOL goes on blowing.] Out through the door FOOL [looking wise]. "Teigue, tell me how many pennies are in your bag. must come near you; somebody in there might hear what the Angel


id: 33505
title: The Trembling of the Veil
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  "Tell those young men in Ireland that this great thing must go on. said the dull man, "would you not have given us time to read it?" "Oh no," "My God," said Henley, "I went five times a week for five hours a day and of every man he liked; he made me tell him long Irish stories and I was a little disappointed in the house, for Morris was an old man twenty years, a man of whom I have heard it said "He is always afraid that years have passed and I have seen no forcible young man of letters brave eyes; he was like some man, who serves a woman all his life without asking "or doing the world''s work"; and for certain years young Irish women were yes, the people seem to like _Arms and the Man_," said one of Mr Shaw''s


id: 33321
title: Two plays for dancers
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  The stage is any bare place in a room close to the wall. (speaking) The hour before dawn and the moon covered up. A young man with a lantern comes this way. (A man and a girl both in the costume of a past time, come in. No living man shall set his eyes upon you. Until this hour no ghost or living man And gathers to her breast a dreaming man. is unfolded, the Young Man leaves the stage.) stage the curtained bed or litter on which lies a man in his And thereupon, knowing what man he had killed, (a Woman of the Sidhe has entered and stands a little inside the door) (The Woman of the Sidhe moves round the crouching Ghost of Cuchulain (Their lips approach but Cuchulain turns away as Emer speaks.) That man is held to those whom he has loved A man but will give you his love.


id: 33338
title: Per Amica Silentia Lunae
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  an art, where no thought or emotion has come to mind because another man of the Judgment Day." At other moments this man, condemned to the life of dead man." I imagine Keats to have been born with that thirst for luxury may win for Daemon an illustrious dead man; but now I add another thought: the Daemon comes not as like to like but seeking its own opposite, for man One night I heard a voice that said: "The love of God for every human soul soul has a plastic power, and can after death, or during life, should the from the living man or woman may be moulded by the souls of others as we remember only the events of life, for thoughts bred of longing and of of the mind, can the thought of the spirit come to us but little changed;


id: 33430
title: Mosada: A dramatic poem
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  Of silver hanging round lame Cola''s neck-And Cola seeing, knows the sign and comes. _Cola._ Mosada, it is then so much the worse. The dark still man, has come, and says ''tis sin. _Mosada._ The phantoms come; ha ha! _Second Inquisitor._ Round the stake _Mosada._ I come. _First Monk._ Will you not hear my last new song? _Second Monk._ Ebremar will stamp Thy sacred door, but Peter cried, _First Inquisitor._ Be still, I hear the step of Ebremar. _Ebremar._ I will not hear; the Moorish girl must die. _Ebremar._ The wages of sin is death. And yon few stars, grown dim like eyes of lovers _Ebremar._ Young Moorish girl, thy final hour is here, Among thy nation none shall know that I Safe on the breast of Vallence is thy head For night comes fast; look down on me, my love, _Ebremar._ Mosada! [_Enter Monks and Inquisitors._]


id: 38349
title: Where There is Nothing Being Volume I of Plays for an Irish Theatre
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  _Thomas Ruttledge._ [_Coming out on steps._] Paul, are you _Jerome._ [_Going over to the place_ PAUL RUTTLEDGE _has _Paul Ruttledge._ You are getting blind, Jerome. _Charlie Ward._ We haven''t time to be thinking of troubles like people _Paul Ruttledge._ [_To_ CHARLIE WARD.] What are they going to do? _Paul Ruttledge._ Sabina, have you been always on the road with Charlie _Paul Ruttledge._ I am here, Father Jerome, but you''re talking to the _Paul Ruttledge._ I think, Father Jerome, you had better be getting [ALOYSIUS _goes out._ JEROME _stands by_ PAUL RUTTLEDGE, _holding his _Paul Ruttledge._ [_Touching_ JEROME''S _hand_.] I have always been a great _Paul Ruttledge._ No, the time has not come for you. PAUL RUTTLEDGE _comes in with_ CHARLIE WARD. _Paul Ruttledge._ This is Charlie Ward, my old friend. _Paul Ruttledge._ Colman and Aloysius will tell you all about it. _Paul Ruttledge._ [_Turning to_ ALOYSIUS _and_ CHARLIE WARD.] Yes, you see


id: 36865
title: Responsibilities, and other poems
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  Where by old thorn trees that man stood; Thereon a young man met his eye, Will never look again on known man''s face.'' They have gone about the world like wind, With his old thoughts King Guari went She need not be too comely--let it pass,'' And even old men''s eyes grew dim, this hand alone, And love comes in at the eye; Come, Teigue, what is the old book''s meaning when it says that there are whereby we master the kingdom of this world wither away, like green Let''s come away and find a better subject. I have more to think about than giving pennies to your like, so run away. (_Wise Man nods._) Every day men go out And all day long they cry, ''Come hither, Fool.'' My pupils said that they would find a man he is gone, but come in, everybody in the world, and look at me.


id: 32233
title: The Wind Among the Reeds
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  And dreamed of the long dim hair Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair Come from a more dream-heavy land, And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream. HANRAHAN SPEAKS TO THE LOVERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS The great of the old times are among the Tribes of Danu, and are kings and near the top of the tree, a beautiful woman, like the Goddess of And when the man came the mother said to him, ''O beautiful woman, come with me to the marvellous land where one O beautiful woman, come with me!'' story of their love is one of the most beautiful of our old tales. loved him; and that if he would come into the country of the gods, where woman to whom the hair belongs.'' In the end, the young man, and not the


id: 33348
title: Reveries over Childhood and Youth
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  great-uncle Mat Yeats and his big family of boys and girls; but I think went to a little two-storeyed house in a poor street where an old One day my father told me that a painter had said I was very opposite lived a school-master called O''Neill, and when a little boy told found a small, green-covered book given to my father by a Dublin man of or walking between school and home four times a day, for I came home in boys who passed his window every day and been told the names of the two My father had read me the story of the little boy murdered When I was a little boy, an old woman who had come to I said, "I would like to live here always, and perhaps some day I will." I remember, with a young man who was, I had been told, a school-master.


id: 32884
title: Ideas of Good and Evil
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  little boys in the street mock at strangely-dressed people and at old men before he had time to answer I saw two people, a man and a woman, rising We know so little of man and of the world that we cannot be certain that Or like those whose shapes the poet sees in _The Triumph of Life_, coming a part of some great memory that renews the world and men''s thoughts age love and death and old age are an imaginative art. beauty by art and poetry, we shall live, when the body has passed away for but not in spirit and life, not in the real man, the imagination which the life of passing things; and almost certainly no great art, outside dreamed of so great a mystery in little things that they believed the It comes at a time when the imagination of the world is as ready,


id: 33094
title: The Cutting of an Agate
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  way men like himself burned a house, or won wives no more wonderful than that the story-teller would have thought it unworthy in so great a man, and of his people as great-bodied men with large movements, that seem, heart, and grow querulous and selfish, as men do who have played life The play professed to tell of the heroic life of ancient Ireland, come to this certainty: what moves natural men in the arts is what like an old peasant telling stories of the great famine or the hangings I saw suddenly in the mind''s eye an old man, erect and a little gaunt, days that a new intellectual life would begin, like that of Young a man''s thought about the world or stir his moral nature, for they but name the first modern of the old way who comes to mind--reaches the same


id: 33087
title: Discoveries: A Volume of Essays
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  The little theatrical company I write my plays for had come to a west of The play professed to tell of the heroic life of ancient Ireland come to this certainty, what moves natural men in the arts is what moves can follow the thought of a man who is looking into the grate. WHY THE BLIND MAN IN ANCIENT TIMES WAS MADE A POET I knew an old man who had spent his whole life cutting hazel and privet so little does logic in the mere circumstance matter in the finest art, The men who imagined the arts were not less superstitious in religion, simple things have in the end a new aspect in our eyes, the Arts would I saw suddenly in the mind''s eye an old man, erect and a if not a religious belief like the spiritual arts, a life that has


id: 32491
title: The Wild Swans at Coole
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  Delight men''s eyes, when I awake some day Always we''d have the new friend meet the old, Were loved by him; the old storm-broken trees But I grow old among dreams, Like an old horse in a pound.'' That the heart grows old? That the heart grows old? That the heart grows old? The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies The dead man that I loved, A man confusedly in a half dream The young men every night applaud their Gaby''s laughing eye, And maybe there''ll be some young belle walk out to make men wild A young man when the old men are done talking Will say to an old man, ''Tell me of that lady Or an old man upon a winter''s night. More plain to the mind''s eye than any face An old man cocked his ear._ End in a beautiful man''s or woman''s body.


id: 38877
title: Poems
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  Wandering and singing like a wave of the sea-(_He goes out, his singing dies away._ MARY _comes in_. At every house door, that we buy men''s souls. Nailed like dead vermin to the doors of God. (_An old_ PEASANT WOMAN _comes forward, and he takes up a book and (_A sound of far-off horns seems to come from the heart of the Light. faery green, comes out of the wood and takes it away_.) (_A thin old arm comes round the door-post and knocks and beckons. And now the old man''s dreams are gone, Must live to be old like the wandering moon. "Men''s hearts of old were drops of flame "When God shall come from the sea with a sigh Like an army of old men longing for rest from the moan of the seas. It were sad to gaze on the blessed and no man I loved of old there;


id: 31959
title: Seven Poems and a Fragment
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  He loved strange thought I knew that horse play, knew it for a murderous thing. THOUGHTS UPON THE PRESENT STATE OF THE WORLD. THOUGHTS UPON THE PRESENT STATE OF THE WORLD. We thought it would outlive all future days. Come let us mock at the great Nor thought of the levelling wind. Come let us mock at the good There lurches past, his great eyes without thought Let the new faces play what tricks they will For all men love your worth; and I must rage All men have praised my strength but not my worth. And live among the ancient holy men, Come nearer me, that I may know how face NOTE ON ''THOUGHTS UPON THE PRESENT STATE OF THE WORLD'' SECTION SIX. NOTE ON THE NEW END TO ''THE KING''S THRESHOLD'' NOTE ON THE NEW END TO ''THE KING''S THRESHOLD'' was played with this new end.


id: 43611
title: The Tables of the Law; & The Adoration of the Magi
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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  ''I know little of Joachim of Flora,'' I said, ''except that Dante set him I shall create a world where the whole lives of men He turned and said, looking at me with shining eyes: ''Jonathan Swift to time to turn over the books upon an old bookstall, and thinking, door was opened by an old over-dressed woman, who said, ''O, you are her old men looked at one another and followed her upstairs, passing doors The old woman said: ''Yes they have come at last; now she will be able ''We have been deceived by devils,'' said one of the old men, ''for the world likes them and takes possession of them, and so eternity comes and the oldest of the old men said: ''Lady, we have come to write down Then the oldest of the old men said in French to the woman who was


