The Celtic Twilight
- Author:
- William Butler Yeats
- Genres:
-
Myths
,
Legends & Fairy Tales - Language:
- English
- Read by:
- LibriVox Volunteers
- Runnning time:
- 04:10:47
- Upload date:
- 2014-08-17
Epigraph, The Hosting of the Sidhe
Chapters
1.
Epigraph, The Hosting of the Sidhe
00:02:11
2.
This book
00:02:38
3.
A Teller of Tales
00:04:16
4.
Belief and Unbelief
00:03:31
5.
Mortal Help
00:02:31
6.
A Visionary
00:07:37
7.
Village Ghosts
00:12:41
8.
'Dust Hath closed Helen's Eye'
00:15:18
9.
A Knight of the Sheep
00:05:44
10.
An Enduring Heart
00:04:52
11.
The Sorcerers
00:07:47
12.
The Devil
00:01:35
13.
Happy and Unhappy Theologians
00:08:00
14.
The Last Gleeman
00:14:02
15.
Regina, Regina Pigmeorum, Veni
00:06:50
16.
'And Fair, Fierce Women'
00:04:22
17.
Enchanted Woods
00:08:15
18.
Miraculous Creatures
00:02:38
19.
Aristotle of the Books
00:01:32
20.
The Swine of the Gods
00:01:54
21.
A Voice
00:03:27
22.
Kidnappers
00:13:27
23.
The Untiring Ones
00:05:32
24.
Earth, Fire and Water
00:02:12
25.
The Old Town
00:03:58
26.
The Man and his Boots
00:02:34
27.
A Coward
00:03:15
28.
The Three O'Byrnes and the Evil Faeries
00:03:43
29.
Drumcliff and Rosses
00:16:59
30.
The Thick Skull of the Fortunate
00:03:58
31.
The Religion of a Sailor
00:02:32
32.
Concerning the nearness together of Heaven, Earth, and Purgatory
00:02:21
33.
The Eaters of Precious Stones
00:02:30
34.
Our Lady of the Hills
00:04:31
35.
The Golden Age
00:03:10
36.
A Remonstrance with Scotsmen for having soured the Disposition of their Ghosts and Faeries
00:07:36
37.
War
00:03:31
38.
The Queen and the Fool
00:08:44
39.
The Friends of the People of Faery
00:12:32
40.
Dreams that have no Moral
00:20:43
41.
By the Roadside
00:03:32
42.
Into the Twilight
00:01:46
- Description
- I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a little bright-eyed old man, who lived in a leaky and one-roomed cabin in the village of Ballisodare. He was a great teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers, knew how to empty heaven, hell, and purgatory, faeryland and earth, to people his stories. He did not live in a shrunken world, but knew of no less ample circumstance than did Homer himself. Perhaps the Gaelic people shall by his like bring back again the ancient simplicity and amplitude of imagination.Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. (W. B. Yeats)
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