Bevan Thomas(@bthomasa) 's Twitter Profile Photo

'The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy.
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy.'
- W. B. Yeats, 'The Song of the Happy Shepherd'

'The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy.
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy.'
- W. B. Yeats, 'The Song of the Happy Shepherd'
#BookChatWeekly #FairyFriday #poetry #literature #WBYeats #Yeats
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Liam Hayes Hynes alias Liam the Dub.(@HynesHayes) 's Twitter Profile Photo

From the lens of our amazing female photographer Geraldine Newman a beautiful photo of WBYeats county in the west of
🇮🇪 Ireland Road House Rosies point Sligo,happy days in Ireland

From the lens of our amazing female photographer Geraldine Newman a beautiful photo of WBYeats county in the west of 
🇮🇪 Ireland Road House Rosies point Sligo,happy days in Ireland
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Joy Parry(@JoyParry13) 's Twitter Profile Photo



'Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.'

#FolkloreSunday 

'Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.'

#WBYeats
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Phelim MacFirbis(@Ph_MacFirbis) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Yeats' epitaph 'Under bare Ben Bulben's head'.

'On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye
On life, On death.
Horseman, pass by!'

Yeats' epitaph 'Under bare Ben Bulben's head'.

'On limestone quarried near the spot
  By his command these words are cut:

        Cast a cold eye
        On life, On death.
        Horseman, pass by!'

#WBYeats #Sligo #Poetry #Drumcliff
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choosesligo(@choosesligo) 's Twitter Profile Photo

When you are in Sligo, you should take the time to pop into Michael Quirke’s old butcher shop. Here is Michael explaining some of his wood carvings. He mainly carves figures from Irish mythology and local people such as WBYeats

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Black Letter Press(@blcklttrprss) 's Twitter Profile Photo

A Vision by W.B. Yeats is the philosophical heart of all his work during the 1920s and 1930s, lending theme and structure to Michael Robartes and the Dancer, The Tower, and The Winding Stair and Other Poems. books

A Vision by W.B. Yeats is the philosophical heart of all his  work during the 1920s and 1930s, lending theme and structure to Michael Robartes and the Dancer, The Tower, and The Winding Stair and Other Poems. #wbyeats #avision #blackletterpress #blackletterpressbooks
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Dr Jenny Butler(@DrJennyButler) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Looking forward to THE OCCULT CONVENTION II - la più grande convention italiana su Esoterismo e Occultismo organised by La Società dello Zolfo at Labirinto della Masone. art ism

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Joy Parry(@JoyParry13) 's Twitter Profile Photo


'But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams ...'

🎨Antonio Mora

#FaustianFriday 
'But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams ...'
#WBYeats 
🎨Antonio Mora
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SteveBalladeer 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸(@RomanceNSorrow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Apr 29, 1916, The in Dublin, Ireland collapsed as Irish nationalists who’d occupied the post office surrendered to British authorities. wrote one of his GREAT poems about the event, . “All changed, changed utterly. / A terrible beauty is born.”

Apr 29, 1916, The #EasterRising in Dublin, Ireland collapsed as Irish nationalists who’d occupied the post office surrendered to British authorities. #WBYeats wrote one of his GREAT poems about the event, #Easter1916. “All changed, changed utterly. / A terrible beauty is born.”
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chelle(@ChelleGhostPoet) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Enchanted woods Long destroyed
their Fairy vats hid from water rats
And prying human eyes
Moon pools that would bathe a star
Where are they now
Elf_glory, their self_story lost
The human child no longer called
to the water and the wild
Progress, at such cost
4 WBYeats

Enchanted woods Long destroyed 
their Fairy vats hid from water rats
And prying human eyes
Moon pools that would bathe a star
Where are they now
Elf_glory, their self_story lost
The human child no longer called
to the water and the wild
Progress, at such cost
#vss365 4 WBYeats
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