This edition also includes a short selection of thematically relevant poetry by Yeats, including 'The Stolen Child,' 'The Hosting of the Sidhe,' and more. Father, I am right weary of four tongues: A tongue that is too crafty and too wise, A tongue that is too godly and too grave, A tongue that is more bitter than the tide, And a kind tongue too full of drowsy love, Of drowsy love and my captivity. The butter is by your elbow, Father Hart. Colleen, what is the wonder in that book, That you must leave the bread to cool? He will smile, Father, perhaps, and open His great door. Being happy, I would have all others happy, So I will bring her in out of the cold. These depict English fairies, not Irish faeries, but I have it on good authority that they are remarkably similar.
If she looks up she can see through the door into the wood. What is that ugly thing on the black cross? I keep you in the name of your own heart. Persuade the colleen to put down the book; My grandfather would mutter just such things, And he was no judge of a dog or a horse, And any idle boy could blarney him; just speak your mind. Following The Hour Glass, a series of legendary dramas appeared: The Shadowy Waters, On Baile's Strand, The King's Threshold, Deirdre, and The Green Helmet, all of which were produced with varying degrees of success. Purchase Search for William Butler Yeats collectibles.
Come, tell me, do you love me? I've brought you some new milk, but wait a while And I will put it to the fire to warm, For things well fitted for poor folk like us Would never please a high-born child like you. Bright pages with light wear to text block edges. A Voice singing in the wood. She's old enough to know that it is wrong To mope and idle. It is with her head full of such fancies that Mary comes to the peasant home of Shawn Bruin as his bride. No, I will face her. The Readers Digest of Books.
You are the fool of every pretty face, And I must spare and pinch that my son's wife May have all kinds of ribbons for her head. On this night they sometimes even steal away the fairest of the mortals to become their brides. I knew she would bring evil on the house. But draw your chair this way supper is spread; And little good he got out of the book, Because it filled his house with roaming bards, And roaming ballad makers and the like, And wasted all his goods. The former owner was the British actor, who owned a number of Mosher's imprints on vellum -- at least two others, in the Bishop Collection, are also copies 6 of ten. To Bridgets reproaches she answers, in anger at her nagging tongue, that she calls on the fairies to take her from the dull house, where she is unhappy. We would be deafened by her groans and moans Had she to work as some do, Father Hart, Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour; Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you, The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.
And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top. Let me have all the freedom I have lost; Work when I will and idle when I will! A little queer old man Made me a sign to show he wanted fire To light his pipe. The gray paper dustjacket has hints of sun around the margins. One called, I sent my messengers for milk and fire, She called again and after that I came. This short play by Yeats was produced at the Avenue Theatre in 1894.
Benoit by the Brothers Johnson at The Windsor Press: 750 copies printed on Rye Mill hand-made paper and type distributed. I will crouch down beside you, For I have run a long, long way this night. First performed in the spring of 1894, at the in London, where it ran for a little over six weeks, it was the first professional performance of one of Yeats' plays. You should not fill your head with foolish dreams. She expounds on the ephemeral nature of life, in a bid to entice the newly-wed Maire to leave with her to the world of faery: You shall go with me, newly-married bride, And gaze upon a merrier multitude. Without the crucifix he is powerless.
An attractive, clean copy with small scuff to front board, spine label a bit darkened; rear hinge just a bit tender, light soiling to colophon pageand opposit blank. Gray paper boards with paper labels on the spine and front. The alcove is full of a glow of light from the fire. Quarter bound tan cloth spine over tan boards. Come over here, and if you promise me Not to talk wickedly of holy things I will give you something. Because I bid her clean the pots for supper She took that old book down out of the thatch; She has been doubled over it ever since.
One of 950 ordinary copies on Van Gelder, from a total edition of 1060 100 copies on Japan vellum, ten on real vellum. The Cross will keep all evil from the house While it hangs there. He remains outside the curtain and the words are spoken to the audience like an epilogue. . Original light green slipcase with title in black at foot of front section. Lacking original spine panel, neatly rebacked in archival brown cloth tape. Copy 36 of one hundred numbered copies printed on Japan vellum, signed by the publisher, from a total edition of 1060.
A handsome copy, with pages largely uncut, of Thomas Mosher's piracy of a Yeats play heavily into Irish themes. James Welch; Shawn Bruin, Mr. The Land of Heart's Desire is a play by Irish poet, dramatist, and 1923 laureate. The public edition was published in October. The milk is ready now. I would take the world And break it into pieces in my hands To see you smile watching it crumble away.