MAURTEEN. You love that young man there,Yet I could make you ride upon the winds,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame. 7 years ago & 3041 #faeries #fairies #fairy #faery #fantasy #whimsical #william butler yeats. FATHER HART. At the Abbey Theatre, wherethe platform of the stage comes out in front of the curtain, thecurtain falls before the priest's last words. Come away, O human child! “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, So big and demanding in appearance, yet slightly whimsical at the same time. "Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame." (FATHER HART takes crucifix from wall and carries ittowards inner room.). THE CHILD. The tortured thingHide it away! Snail Racing! Hide it away!And cover it out of sight and out of mind! Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame! Apr 27, 2020 - Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. MAURTEEN. Garden Game. [William Butler Yeats] Photo/Post - Me Model - Galit Lipper, Actress Yashinski Studio > Hey Flickr friends! FATHER HART. Come, tell me, do you love me? What is that ugly thing on the black cross? MARY (coming to table)There's somebody out there that beckoned meAnd raised her hand as though it held a cup,And she was drinking from it, so it may beThat she is thirsty. 10 minute alerts [info] Public Garden Anyone can water at any time. Oct 10, 2016 - “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― W.B. MAURTEEN. I keep you in the name of your own heart. THE CHILD. “ Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. Come, little bird with silver feet! your own Pins on Pinterest “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a … Would that the world were mine to give it you,And not its quiet hearths alone, but evenAll that bewilderment of light and freedom.If you would have it. He may be dressed as a friar. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894. W.B. "Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame." Through the door onecan see the forest. You have come indeedA long, long way--for I have never seenYour pretty face--and must be tired and hungry,Here is some bread and wine. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. MARY (to SHAWN). And maybe it is natural upon May EveTo dream of the good people. Yeats FATHER HART. BRIDGET. FATHER HART. ~ William Butler Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire.” * slleongwriter@gmail.com. FATHER HART. You should not fill your head with foolish dreams.What are you reading? SHAWN. coolblaziken liked this ‘Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the Mountains like a flame.’ W.B. BRIDGET. The alcove is full of a glow oflight from the fire. — William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via alteringminds). But tell me, girl,If you've the branch of blessed quicken woodThat women hang upon the post of the doorThat they may send good luck into the house?Remember they may steal new-married bridesAfter the fall of twilight on May Eve,Or what old women mutter at the fireIs but a pack of lies. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire Italian Apennines. - W.B. THE CHILD. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” – William Butler Yeats. NOTEThis little play was produced at the Avenue Theatre in the springof 1894, with the following cast: Maurteen Bruin, Mr. James Welch; Shawn Bruin, Mr. A. E. W. Mason; Father Hart, Mr. G. R. Foss; Bridget Bruin, Miss Charlotte Morland; Maire Bruin, Miss Winifred Fraser: A Faery Child, Miss Dorothy Paget. Dec 15, 2014 - Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. Literature Network » William Butler Yeats » The Land Of Heart's Desire » The Land Of Heart's Desire, MAURTEEN BRUINBRIDGET BRUINSHAWN BRUINMARY BRUINFATHER HARTA FAERY CHILD. She must both look and listen,For only the soul's choice can save her now.Come over to me, daughter; stand beside me;Think of this house and of your duties in it. "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" Here is level ground for dancing; I will dance. I never saw her read a book before,What can it be? The Land of Heart’s Desire, overlooking Italy from San Marino. SHAWN. The Fairy Tale by William Merritt Chase, 1892. Because I bid her clean the pots for supperShe took that old book down out of the thatch;She has been doubled over it ever since.We should be deafened by her groans and moansHad 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. MAURTEEN BRUIN is busyfilling FATHER HART's plate. BRIDGET. MAURTEEN. Do not blame me; I often lie awakeThinking that all things trouble your bright head.How beautiful it is--your broad pale foreheadUnder a cloudy blossoming of hair!Sit down beside me here--these are too old,And have forgotten they were ever young. MARY. MARY. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― W.B. Yeats. BRIDGET. BRIDGET BRUIN stirs the fire.). 01.08.2018 - 14 Likes, 1 Comments - Eishaan Bhargava (@eishaan) on Instagram: “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the…” O, cling close to me,Because I have said wicked things to-night. (Outside there are dancing figures, and it may be a white bird,and many voices singing. MAURTEEN. SHAWN follows her and meets her coming in.). William Butler Yeats MAURTEEN. It ran for a little over six weeks. O, you are the great door-post of this house,And I the branch of blessed quicken wood,And if I could I'd hang upon the post,Till I had brought good luck into the house. There is food and drinkupon the table. It was revived in America in1901, when it was taken on tour by Mrs. Lemoyne. Since you have come into this barony,I will instruct you in our blessed faithAnd being so keen witted you'll soon learn. MAURTEEN. I always loved her world--and yet--and yet--. Put on my shoes, old mother.Now I would like to dance now I have eaten,The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake,And I would like to dance until the reedsAnd the white waves have danced themselves asleep. White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird. Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame! (SHAWN tries to approach her and cannot.). THE CHILD. FATHER HART. Languages: English, Espanol | Site Copyright © Jalic Inc. 2000 - 2021. ― W.B. 881 likes. FATHER HART. (SHAWN BRUIN leads her to a seat at the left of the door.). (BRIDGET gives her more bread and honey.). Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. THE CHILD. See more ideas about faeries, fantasy art, art. THE CHILD. 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. It was recorded on the then new Frobenius pipe organ in Jørlunde church on December 22–23, 2009. FATHER HART. Did but the lawless angels see that doorThey would fall, slain by everlasting peace;And when such angels knock upon our doors,Who goes with them must drive through the same storm. It is printed in this book inthe new form, which was acted for the first time on February 22,1912, at the Abbey Theatre, Dublin. 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. O, let me go before it is too late;It is my sin alone that brought it all. You have coaxing ways,The mother was quite cross before you came. " Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W B Yeats W B Yeats The Hooley: expect ancient Celtic magic in a world of fairy and woodland folk. FATHER HART. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” BRIDGET. (MARY takes a sod of turf from the fire and goes out through thedoor. Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. Beloved, I will keep you.I've more than words, I have these arms to hold you,Nor all the faery host, do what they please,Shall ever make me loosen you from these arms. He remains outsidethe curtain and the words are spoken to the audience like anepilogue. O she is of the faery people. If you're interested in some of my photos for your website or a print: I'm an iStock by Getty Images and Fotolia contributor: visit my Portfolio. “ Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Here are some ribbons that I bought in the townFor my son's wife--but she will let me give themTo tie up that wild hair the winds have tumbled. You fear because of her unmeasured prattle;She knows no better. It's well to keep old innocent customs up. William Butler Yeats, 'The Land of Heart's Desire,' 1894. I am welcome here.For when I tire of this warm little houseThere is one here that must away, away. Change ). ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894 Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. BRIDGET. And gaze upon a merrier multitude.White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,Feacra of the hurtling foam, and himWho is the ruler of the Western Host,Finvarra, and their Land of Heart's Desire,Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.I kiss you and the world begins to fade. MAURTEEN. I had no sooner hung it on the nailBefore a child ran up out of the wind;She has caught it in her hand and fondled it;Her face is pale as water before dawn. When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin,My feet unsteady. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894 . just now when she came near I thought I heardOther small steps beating upon the floor,And a faint music blowing in the wind,Invisible pipes giving her feet the tune. Discover (and save!) Do not be cross; she is a right good girl!The butter is by your elbow, Father Hart.My colleen, have not Fate and Time and ChangeDone well for me and for old Bridget there?We have a hundred acres of good land,And sit beside each other at the fire.I have this reverend Father for my friend,I look upon your face and my son's face--We've put his plate by yours--and here he comes,And brings with him the only thing we have lacked,Abundance of good wine. "Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, / For I would ride with you upon the wind, / Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, / And dance upon the mountains like a flame." “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― W.B. Come over here, and if you promise meNot to talk wickedly of holy thingsI will give you something. THE CHILD. Stories with extraordinary characters … There's some one singing. And nothing marred or old to do you wrong,And crowd the enraptured quiet of the skyWith candles burning to your lonely face. See more ideas about faeries, fantasy art, art. SHAWN (rising) Though you have made all these obedient,You have not charmed my sight and won from meA wish or gift to make you powerful;I'll turn you from the house. Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. MAURTEEN (to FATHER HART)It is but right that youth should side with youthShe quarrels with my wife a bit at times,And is too deep just now in the old bookBut do not blame her greatly; she will growAs quiet as a puff-ball in a treeWhen but the moons of marriage dawn and dieFor half a score of times. You cannot know how naughty your words are!That is our Blessed Lord. MARY. Thus do the spirits of evil snatch their prey,Almost out of the very hand of God;And day by day their power is more and more,And men and women leave old paths, for prideComes knocking with thin knuckles on the heart. FATHER HART. From dawn, when you must blow the fire ablaze,You work your fingers to the bone, old mother.The young may lie in bed and dream and hope,But you must work your fingers to the boneBecause your heart is old. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894 She would not mind the kettle, milk the cow,Or even lay the knives and spread the cloth. You shall go with me, newly-married bride. The Traditions of Faeries and Fairies. (Distant dancing figures appear in the wood. 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 CHILD (caressing him) Hide it away, hide it away! Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. MARY. Daughter, I point you out the way to Heaven. BRIDGET. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. MAURTEEN. Nothing can harm usWhile the good Father's underneath our roof. Why, it's but a child.It sang, "The lonely of heart is withered away. THE CHILD. I would take the worldAnd break it into pieces in my handsTo see you smile watching it crumble away. How a Princess Edane,A daughter of a King of Ireland, heardA voice singing on a May Eve like this,And followed half awake and half asleep,Until she came into the Land of Faery,Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.And she is still there, busied with a danceDeep in the dewy shadow of a wood,Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top. And that's no wonder, for when night has fallenThe wood's a cold and a bewildering place,But you are welcome here. That's true--but she's too young to know it's true. Awake out of that trance--and cover upYour eyes and ears. Enter your email address to subscribe and receive notifications by email. MARY BRUIN stands by the door reading a book. MAURTEEN (to SHAWN)What are you waiting for?You must not shake it when you draw the corkit's precious wine, so take your time about it. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire The guy battling with the wind can be found at L'Artistan Oct 28, 2018 - 2 Likes, 0 Comments - jr kriley (@jrkriley) on Instagram: ““Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind, run on the…” Post was not sent - check your email addresses! FATHER HART. MARY. MARY. Faeries, come take me out of this dull world. - W.B. FATHER HART. O, listen to her dreamy and strange talk.Are you not cold?THE CHILD. MAURTEEN. THE CHILD. Instagram * Facebook * Twitter. take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you Upon the wind and dance Upon the mountains like a flame. " Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W B Yeats W B Yeats The Hooley: expect ancient Celtic magic in a world of fairy and woodland folk. The milk is ready now. ( Log Out / (She would put her arms about him, but looks shyly at the priestand lets her arms fall.). (She takes milk from the table and carries it to the door.). Put it away, my colleen;God spreads the heavens above us like great wingsAnd gives a little round of deeds and days,And then come the wrecked angels and set snares,And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams,Until the heart is puffed with pride and goesHalf shuddering and half joyous from God's peace;And it was some wrecked angel, blind with tears,Who flattered Edane's heart with merry words.My colleen, I have seen some other girlsRestless and ill at ease, but years went byAnd they grew like their neighbours and were gladIn minding children, working at the churn,And gossiping of weddings and of wakes;For life moves out of a red flare of dreamsInto a common light of common hours,Until old age bring the red flare again. MAURTEEN. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894 Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly! Photo: Foley’s Bridge, Tollymore Forest, Newcastle, Co. Down, Northern Ireland, by Derek Smyth. 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. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― W.B. Discover (and save!) BRIDGET. FATHER HART. BRIDGET. Interpretation Fairy. A girl child strangelydressed, perhaps in faery green, comes out of the wood and takesit away.). Tilllately it was not part of the repertory of the Abbey Theatre, forI had grown to dislike it without knowing what I disliked in it.This winter, however, I have made many revisions and now it playswell enough to give me pleasure. ( Log Out / THE VOICE. Saved by Pixie Lady “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” ― W.B. ― William Butler Yeats. A little queer old manMade me a sign to show he wanted fireTo light his pipe. (The CHILD kneels upon the settle beside MARY and puts her armsabout her.). #Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. Read More. Because you took away the crucifixI am so mighty that there's none can pass,Unless I will it, where my feet have dancedOr where I've whirled my finger-tops. Some strangers came last week to Clover Hill;She must be one of them. Because you are so young and like a bird,That must take fright at every stir of the leaves,I will go take it down. See more ideas about Faeries, Fantasy art, Fantasy. He will smile,Father, perhaps, and open His great door. Stay and come with me, newly-married bride,For if you hear him you grow like the rest;Bear children, cook, and bend above the churn,And wrangle over butter, fowl, and eggs,Until at last, grown old and bitter of tongue,You're crouching there and shivering at the grave. See more ideas about Faeries, Fantasy art, Fantasy. 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. Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house! W. B. YEATS.ABBEY THEATRE, DUBLIN.March, 1912. Child, how old are you? Follow on Instagram. ( Log Out / The wine is bitter.Old mother, have you no sweet food for me? SHAWN. ), MARY. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a … Come, little bird, with crest of gold.'. Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, Related posts. For I would ride with you upon the wind, November 12, 2014 with 203,396 notes tags: Guardians of the Galaxy. The Cross will keep all evil from the houseWhile it hangs there. I will confront this mighty spirit alone.Be not afraid, the Father is with us,The Holy Martyrs and the Innocents,The adoring Magi in their coats of mail,And He who died and rose on the third dayAnd all the nine angelic hierarchies. There is an open door facing the audience tothe Left, and to the left of this a bench. •°*”˜☽☆* ♥☽ "Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame." FATHER HART. Come from that image; body and soul are goneYou have thrown your arms about a drift of leaves,Or bole of an ash-tree changed into her image. MAURTEEN. Being happy, I would have all others happy,So I will bring her in out of the cold. MARY. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894 . That… I've little blame for her;She's dull when my big son is in the fields,And that and maybe this good woman's tongueHave driven her to hide among her dreamsLike children from the dark under the bed-clothes. Queen of Angels and kind saints defend us!Some dreadful thing will happen. THE CHILD. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire, overlooking Italy from San Marino THE CHILD. THE CHILD (standing by the door)But clinging mortal hope must fall from you,For we who ride the winds, run on the waves,And dance upon the mountains are more lightThan dewdrops on the banner of the dawn. MARY. SHAWN. Have you ever felt a connection with them? The combination of stupidity and lack of success on the one hand and delusions of grandeur on the other is surely one of the most masculine traits.