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"blind wantons like the gulls who scream
And rip the edge off any ideal or dream."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Among These Turf-Stacks (l. 17-18). . .
Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press. |
"a fortress against ideas and against the
Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors
The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Among These Turf-Stacks (l. 9-12). . .
Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press. |
"Why do we like being Irish? Partly because
It gives us a hold on the sentimental English
As members of a world that never was,
Baptized with fairy water;"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Autumn Journal (XVI, l. 61-64). . .
Contemporary Irish Poetry; an Anthology. Anthony Bradley, ed. (New and rev. ed., 1988) University of California Press. |
"And I envy the intransigence of my own
Countrymen who shoot to kill and never
See the victim's face become their own
Or find his motive sabotage their motives."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Autumn Journal (XVI, l. 5-8). . .
Contemporary Irish Poetry; an Anthology. Anthony Bradley, ed. (New and rev. ed., 1988) University of California Press. |
"she gives her children neither sense nor money
Who slouch arouond the world with a gesture and a brogue
And a faggot of useless memories."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Autumn Journal (XVI, l. 124-126). . .
Contemporary Irish Poetry; an Anthology. Anthony Bradley, ed. (New and rev. ed., 1988) University of California Press. |
"A city built upon mud;
A culture built upon profit;
Free speech nipped in the bud,
The minority always guilty.
Why should I want to go back
To you, Ireland, my Ireland?"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Autumn Journal (XVI, l. 101-106). . .
Contemporary Irish Poetry; an Anthology. Anthony Bradley, ed. (New and rev. ed., 1988) University of California Press. |
"Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope,
And God Save—as you prefer—the King or Ireland.
The land of scholars and saints:
Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush,
Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints,"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Autumn Journal (XVI, l. 31-35). . .
Contemporary Irish Poetry; an Anthology. Anthony Bradley, ed. (New and rev. ed., 1988) University of California Press. |
"It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), British poet. "Bagpipe Music," Earth Compels (1938). |
"It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Bagpipe Music (l. 1-2). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums.
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Bagpipe Music (l. 39-43). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
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