Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The host is riding from knocknarea Last Line: And niamh calling away, come away. Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Subject(s): Legends, Irish | ||||||||
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF CUCHULAIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ABBOT OF INISFALEN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM KATE KEARNEY by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE HAUNTED LAKE: THE IRISH MINSTREL'S LEGEND by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON CUCHULAIN COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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