(Routledge Classics) W. B. Yeats A Book of Irish Verse Routledge (2002) (2025)

My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot night and noon; To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen: 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne, 'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home, in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, dark rosaleen 19 O, I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills. And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal, and slogan cry, Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh Ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!

A Catalogue and Collection of Anglo-American Female Warrior Ballads

1982

THE MARLOWE-SHAKESPEARE LITERARY PARALLELS

This collection of Marlowe/Shakespeare "parallels" cannot be for everyone. It cannot be for those who firmly hold to the view that it does not matter who Shakespeare was, because the only thing that matters is the work itself. This book agrees with the idea that it is the works themselves which are most important, but also concludes that curiosity about the mind or minds which composed such works is inevitable and important. Important because the creativity and adventurousness shown in these works is without equal in the whole known human canon. This book cannot be for the "Oxfordians" or "Baconians" or "de Vere-ites", whose claims do not include a thorough literary analysis as the groundwork for their claims. The contention of this book is that a moderately thorough analysis of the relationship of Marlowe's works to Shakespeare's reveals similarities far beyond those detected already in some close 'parallels'outlined by Calvin Hoffman, in the 1950s. Hoffman, and some who followed his lead, were able to find several parallelisms, where Shakespeare seemed to 'lift' whole sentences or phrases from Marlowe, and suggested this as the ultimate proof that Marlowe was the author of Shakespeare's works. However, in my experience, this has led to two lots of skepticism. The first, from the "Stratfordians", is that Shakespeare might well have quoted from or saluted Marlowe, but that this does not prove that Shakespeare was Marlowe. The second, very similar doubt, is held by "Marlovians", who would like to be swayed by the weight of the parallelisms, but who find, as yet, an insufficient mass of data to 'win the case'. Many of these have hoped that 'someone' would do a more thorough literary analysis of the two authors' works and come up with something more conclusive-something that could show that Shakespeare was far more than 'influenced' by Marlowe-that he was Marlowe. Hoffman and Farey have noted studies which demonstrate an amazing correspondence of word frequency patterns between Shakespeare and Marlowe, but this data is hard to be convinced by, beyond noticing the argument for the similarity of patterns. Ovid's Elegies Elegia V, 51 Her from his swift waves the bold flood perceived, … Coriolanus {ACT_4|SC_5 ^line 160 Like a bold flood o'erbeat. O, come, go in, And take our friendly senators by th' hands, Dido IV, ii, 56. Anna: I'll follow thee with outcries ne'ertheless And strew thy walks with my dishevell'd hair. Venus 319 Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, Or, like a nymph, with long dishevelled hair, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen. Line 320 Rape line 1290 Make thy sad grove in my dishevelled hair. As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment, So I at each sad strain will strain a tear, Faustus.IV,i, 55. Kind clouds, that sent forth such a courteous storm… RJ {ACT_3|SC_2 ^line 80} Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! Honest gentleman That ever I should live to see thee dead! Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary? I Dido, IV, iii, 25. Dido casts her eyes like anchors out to stay my fleet from losing forth the bay:…-Cleopatra.. I, v, 40. Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life. Jew III, iv, 58. ITHAMORE: The proverb says, he that eats with the devil Had need of a long spoon; I have brought you a ladle. Temp II, ii, 110. STEPHANO. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon. COM ERR IV, iii, 53. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Master, is this Mistress Satan? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. It is the devil. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam, and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn. Hen 6.2 V, I, 6. YORK. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring bells aloud, burn bonfires clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. Hen 6.3 Of England's true-anointed lawful King. This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir, Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; And if thou fail us, all our hope is done. Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; Kjohn II, I, 107. KING PHILIP. This toil of ours should be a work of thine; But thou from loving England art so far That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Cut off the sequence of posterity, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Hen 6.3 I, I, 164. KING HENRY. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? EXETER. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. YORK. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not? EXETER. My conscience tells me he is lawful King. KING HENRY. [Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him. Hen 6.3 II, ii, 98. QUEEN MARGARET. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy. Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king? EDWARD. I am his king, and he should bow his knee. Hen 6.3 I, I, 138. My title's good, and better far than his. WARWICK. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King. KING HENRY. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. YORK. 'Twas by rebellion against his king

Edward Dowden: A Critical Edition of the Complete Poetry

Liverpool University Press eBooks, 2015

Consequently, of great help in the assembly of the whole were my assistants Christina Cook and Carrie Kolb. My daughter, Charis Chapman, is responsible for providing technical expertise and for launching the PDF facsimile of the book as a special online issue of Th e South Carolina Review, the journal's fi rst of several projected in that medium. Th e Dowden issue will be followed by Writing Modern Ireland (SCR 43.1), guest-edited by Catherine Paul in autumn 2010, in the Bibliographic Studies series at Clemson University Digital Press.

English Literature - An Anthology for Students Vol. 2 Part 1

2011

Romanticism. The first part of the second volume offers a selection of the writing of authors ranging from Blake to Keats. English Literature – An Anthology for Students. Volume 2 - From the Romanticism to the Twentieth Century. Poznań: Dom Wydawniczy Rebis, 2011, pp. 536.

‘Antiquity and Futurity’ in the Writings of James Clarence Mangan

Essays on James Clarence Mangan, 2014

For well over a century after James Clarence Mangan’s death, scholars and writers recalled his difficult life when explicating his work, or more fancifully treated him as a man out of time, living in the nineteenth century but existing in, or haunted by, ancient Ireland. This aspect of his affect has been a consistent theme in descriptions of him — fifty-five years after Mangan’s death, James Joyce remarked that Mangan had appeared as if doing ‘penance for some ancient sin’.1 This sense of recuperating antiquity was also very much a concern of his own time. Ancient Ireland drew Mangan, as it did many antiquarians, historians and nascent cultural nationalists throughout the first half of the nineteenth century. At the outset of his career, Mangan wrote for the Dublin Penny Journal, begun by scholar George Petrie and writer and clergyman Caesar Otway in 1832 to educate the public on Irish antiquities. In his first piece (15 September 1832), Mangan asserted his ‘intention of entering the MINE of ancient Irish literature, and bring out from the obscurity of oblivion those treasures of intellect and genius and antiquarian curiosity which are there to be found’.2 Eight years later, he began to edit a five-part series on ‘Ancient Irish Literature’ in the Irish Penny Journal, for which he produced some of his best-known translations of Irish poems, including ‘The Woman of Three Cows’, and ‘Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan’, as well as a fairly faithful version of a Fenian tale, ‘Bodach an Chota-Lachtna, or the Clown with the Grey Coat’.

Joyce and the Mangan in the Mac

ROMEO AND JULIET By William Shakespeare

ROMEO AND JULIET

ROMEO AND JULIET VOLUME IV BOOK IX By William Shakespeare

Anthology of Medieval Literature

2019

After the siege and the assault of Troy, when that burg was destroyed and burnt to ashes, and the traitor tried for his treason, the noble AEneas and his kin sailed forth to become princes and patrons of well-nigh all the Western Isles. Thus Romulus built Rome (and gave to the city his own name, which it bears even to this day); and Ticius turned him to Tuscany; and Langobard raised him up dwellings in Lombardy; and Felix Brutus sailed far over the French flood, and founded the kingdom of Britain, wherein have been war and waste and wonder, and bliss and bale, ofttimes since. And in that kingdom of Britain have been wrought more gallant deeds than in any other; but of all British kings Arthur was the most valiant, as I have heard tell, therefore will I set forth a wondrous adventure that fell out in his time. And if ye will listen to me, but for a little while, I will tell it even as it stands in story stiff and strong, fixed in the letter, as it hath long been known in the land.***** King Arthur lay at Camelot upon a Christmas-tide, with many a gallant lord and lovely lady, and all the noble brotherhood of the Round Table. There they held rich revels with gay talk and jest; one while they would ride forth to joust and tourney, and again back to the court to make carols; 2 for there was the feast holden fifteen days with all the mirth that men could devise, song and glee, glorious to hear, in the daytime, and dancing at night. Halls and chambers were crowded with noble guests, the bravest of knights and the loveliest of ladies, and Arthur himself was the comeliest king that ever held a court. For all this fair folk were in their youth, the fairest and most fortunate under heaven, and the king himself of such fame that it were hard now to name so valiant a hero. Now the New Year had but newly come in, and on that day a double portion was served on the high table to all the noble guests, and thither came the king with all his knights, when the service in the chapel had been sung to an end. And they greeted each other for the New Year, and gave rich gifts, the one to the other (and they that received them were not wroth, that may ye well believe!), and the maidens laughed and made mirth till it was time to get them to meat. Then they washed and sat them down to the feast in fitting rank and order, and Guinevere the queen, gaily clad, sat on the high daïs. Silken was her seat, with a fair canopy over her head, of rich tapestries of Tars, embroidered, and studded with costly gems; fair she was to look upon, with her shining grey eyes, a fairer woman might no man boast himself of having seen. But Arthur would not eat till all were served, so full of joy and gladness was he, even as a child; he liked not either to lie long, or to sit long at meat, so worked upon him his young blood and his wild brain. And another custom he had also, that came of his nobility, that he would never eat upon an high day till he had been advised of some knightly deed, or some strange and marvellous tale, of his ancestors, or of arms, or of other ventures. Or till some stranger knight should seek of him leave to joust with one of the Round Table, that they might set their lives in jeopardy, one against another, as fortune might favour them. Such was the king's custom when he sat in hall at each high feast with his noble knights, therefore on that New Year tide, he abode, fair of face, on the throne, and made much mirth withal. Thus the king sat before the high tables, and spake of many things; and there good Sir Gawain was seated by Guinevere the queen, and on her other side sat Agravain, à la dure main; 3 both were the king's sister's sons and full gallant knights. And at the end of the table was Bishop Bawdewyn, and Ywain, King Urien's son, sat at the other side alone. These were worthily served on the daïs, and at the lower tables sat many valiant knights. Then they bare the first course with the blast of trumpets and waving of banners, with the sound of drums and pipes, of song and lute, that many a heart was uplifted at the melody. Many were the dainties, and rare the meats, so great was the plenty they might scarce find room on the board to set on the dishes. Each helped himself as he liked best, and to each two were twelve dishes, with great plenty of beer and wine. Now I will say no more of the service, but that ye may know there was no lack, for there drew near a venture that the folk might well have left their labour to gaze upon. As the sound of the music ceased, and the first course had been fitly served, there came in at the hall door one terrible to behold, of stature greater than any on earth; from neck to loin so strong and thickly made, and with limbs so long and so great that he seemed even as a giant. And yet he was but a man, only the mightiest that might mount a steed; broad of chest and shoulders and slender of waist, and all his features of like fashion; but men marvelled much at his colour, for he rode even as a knight, yet was green all over. For he was clad all in green, with a straight coat, and a mantle above; all decked and lined with fur was the cloth and the hood that was thrown back from his locks and lay on his shoulders. Hose had he of the same green, and spurs of bright gold with silken fastenings richly worked; and all his vesture was verily green. Around his waist and his saddle were bands with fair stones set upon silken work, 'twere too long to tell of all the trifles that were embroidered thereon-birds and insects in gay gauds of green and gold. All the trappings of his steed were of metal of like enamel, even the stirrups that he stood in stained of the same, and stirrups and saddle-bow alike gleamed and shone with green stones. Even the steed on which he rode was of the same hue, a green horse, great and strong, and hard to hold, with broidered bridle, meet for the rider. The knight was thus gaily dressed in green, his hair falling around his shoulders; on his breast hung a beard, as thick and green as a bush, and the beard and the hair of his head were clipped all round above his elbows. The lower part of his sleeves were fastened with clasps in the same wise as a king's mantle. The horse's mane was crisp and plaited with many a knot folded in with gold thread about the fair green, here a twist of the hair, here another of gold. The tail was twined in like manner, and both were bound about with a band of bright green set with many a precious stone; then they were tied aloft in a cunning knot, whereon rang many bells of burnished gold. Such a steed might no other ride, nor had such ever been looked upon in that hall ere that time; and all who saw that knight spake and said that a man might scarce abide his stroke. The knight bore no helm nor hauberk, neither gorget nor breast-plate, neither shaft nor buckler to smite nor to shield, but in one hand he had a holly-bough, that is greenest when the groves are bare, and in his other an axe, huge and uncomely, a cruel weapon in fashion, if one would picture it. The head was an ell-yard long, the metal all of green steel and gold, the blade burnished bright, with a broad edge, as well shapen to shear as a sharp razor. The steel was set into a strong staff, all bound round with iron, even to the end, and engraved with green in cunning work. A lace was twined about it, that looped at the head, and all adown the handle it was clasped with tassels on buttons of bright green richly broidered. The knight rideth through the entrance of the hall, driving straight to the high daïs, and greeted no man, but looked ever upwards; and the first words he spake were, "Where is the ruler of this folk? I would gladly look upon that hero, and have speech with him." He cast his eyes on the knights, and mustered them up and down, striving ever to see who of them was of most renown. other weapons to mine hand, but since I seek no war my raiment is that of peace. But if thou be as bold as all men tell thou wilt freely grant me the boon I ask." And Arthur answered, "Sir Knight, if thou cravest battle here thou shalt not fail for lack of a foe." And the knight answered, "Nay, I ask no fight, in faith here on the benches are but beardless children, were I clad in armour on my steed there is no man here might match me. Therefore I ask in this court but a Christmas jest, for that it is Yule-tide, and New Year, and there are here many fain for sport. If any one in this hall holds himself so hardy, 4 so bold both of blood and brain, as to dare strike me one stroke for another, I will give him as a gift this axe, which is heavy enough, in sooth, to handle as he may list, and I will abide the first blow, unarmed as I sit. If any knight be so bold as to prove my words let him come swiftly to me here, and take this weapon, I quit claim to it, he may keep it as his own, and I will abide his stroke, firm on the floor. Then shalt thou give me the right to deal him another, the respite of a year and a day shall he have. Now haste, and let see whether any here dare say aught." Now if the knights had been astounded at the first, yet stiller were they all, high and low, when they had heard his words. The knight on his steed straightened himself in the saddle, and rolled his eyes fiercely round the hall, red they gleamed under his green and bushy brows. He frowned and twisted his beard, waiting to see who should rise, and when none answered he cried aloud in mockery, "What, is this Arthur's hall, and these the knights whose renown hath run through many realms? Where are now your pride and your conquests, your wrath, and anger, and mighty words? Now are the praise and the renown of the Round Table overthrown by one man's speech, since all keep silence for dread ere ever they have seen a blow!" With that he laughed so loudly that the blood rushed to the king's fair face for very shame; he waxed wroth, as did all his knights, and sprang to his feet, and drew near to the stranger and said, "Now...

Tennyson's Poems New Textual Parallels

Tennyson’s Poems New Textual Parallels

The Journey Home: A Root-metaphor Analysis of the 1840 Mormon Manchester Hymnbook

2006

Chapter 2 Literature Review In this chapter the author conducts a review of secondary literature about various topics related to this thesis, including 1) the first decade of missionary work of the LDS Church in Great Britain, 2) the conditions of the British people in the 1840s, 3) enthusiasm about emigration in Victorian Great Britain 4) the history of music within the LDS Church, 5) religion as relayed through storytelling, and 6) root-metaphor analysis as a tool of analyzing literature. A review of the following literature supports a root-metaphor analysis of the 1840 Manchester hymnbook, an important item of historical Mormon literature. Missionary Work in Great Britain, 1837-1847 At the end of the second major mission of the LDS Church to the British Isles in 1841, Wilford Woodruff, one of the early church apostles and later the third church president, recorded in his journal several of the printing achievements made during that mission. These printing achievements include 5,000 copies of the Book of Mormon, the start of the Latter-day Saints Millennial Star periodical, thousands of pamphlets and broadsides and 3,000 hymnbooks. Commenting on these achievements David J. Whittaker (1982) writes, Through printed matter they spread the gospel, defended the faith, communicated with the Saints and left a vital historical record of much of what they thought and did. The literature they produced, moreover, had a lasting impact on the spiritual The 1840 Manchester Hymnbook Chapter 2: Literature Review Arrington 2005 9 and intellectual heritage of Mormonism and it affected for generations to come the way many doctrines and ideas would be presented. (p. 236) Much has been written about the first decade of the growth of the LDS Church in the British Isles, providing a rich background of secondary information by which to study the 1840 Manchester hymnbook. For purposes of organization the author has categorized this literature into four categories, acknowledging there may be some overlap and such works could be grouped in a different way. The author has categorized the works as follows: the first category contains histories and documentaries of the LDS Church in