Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
Yeats, on the other hand, is so essentially a lyric poet, that instead of writing dramatic lyrics, he writes lyric dramas. Even his stage-plays are primarily lyrical. Those who are interested in Mr.
It's with O'Leary in the grave. Romantic Ireland's dead and gone. Henry nodded his head. "Well, we're going to see whether we can't make Yeats re-write it. Good-night, Henry!"
His latest work, with its musical title, Per Amica Silentia Lunae , has both in spirit and form something of the ecstasy and quaint beauty of Sir Thomas Browne. I had supposed that such a style as that displayed in Urn-Burial was a lost art; but Mr. Yeats comes near to possessing its secret. This book is like a deep pool in its limpidity and mystery; no man without genius could have written it.
Yet the dread of having to try the feat himself made him admire the manner in which Carson tossed about long creepy-sounding words, like a bush-ape playing with scarlet spiders. He talked insultingly of Yeats and the commutation of sex-energy and Isadora Duncan and the poetry of Carson Haggerty.
Carlisle mentions a case in which there was vomiting of a fluid containing urea and having the sensible properties of urine. Curious to relate, a cure was effected after ligature of the superior thyroid arteries and sloughing of the thyroid gland. Vomiting of urine is also mentioned by Coley, Domine, Liron, Malago, Zeviani, and Yeats.
or Yeats' lines Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil of His Beloved, wherein he takes pride in the reflection: Weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air; Their children's children shall say they have lied. But a more vibrantly personal note breaks out from time to time in the most original verse of the last century, as in Wordsworth's testimony,
Yeats, suspecting that Synge could be an original writer as well as an interpreter of others, persuaded him to go back to Ireland, to the Aran Islands, off Galway.
Blake would have said, "The authors are in eternity"; and I am quite sure they can only be questioned in dreams. Why, even those of us who count Mr. Yeats one of the immortals while he is still alive, are inclined to shy at a claim at once so solemn and so irrational as this. It reads almost like a confession of witchcraft. Luckily, Mr.
At the beginning of the century there were great poets like Swinburne, Meredith, Francis Thompson, and Yeats. Great novelists like Hardy and Conrad. Great historians like Stubbs and Maitland, etc., etc. But they are all dead now, and whom have we to take their place?"
I must say, however, that of the two versions of Tenebris Interlucentem, although the second is called a "drastic improvement," I prefer the earlier. Any poet might be proud of either. Flecker liked the work of Mr. Yeats, of Mr. Housman, of Mr. De La Mare; and Rupert Brooke was an intimate friend, for the two young men were together at Cambridge.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking