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( Song ) Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht Beaten, almost forgotten she was Her sons sent off to the colonies And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse! Thank you Connolly, James! Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too! Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin! Thank you James Clarence Mangan! Thank you Tommy Davis! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!     Of all the nations of the world     Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     Great garden     Love Songs of Connacht
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Love Songs of Connacht
( Song ) Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht Beaten, almost forgotten she was Her sons sent off to the colonies And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse! Thank you Connolly, James! Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too! Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin! Thank you James Clarence Mangan! Thank you Tommy Davis! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!     Of all the nations of the world     Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     Great garden     Love Songs of Connacht
In 1893 W.B. Yeats published The Celtic Twilight, a collection of lore and reminiscences from the West of Ireland. The book closed with the poem "Into the Twilight". It was this book and poem that gave the Irish Literary revival its nickname. In this year Hyde, Eugene O'Growney and Eoin MacNeill founded the Gaelic League, with Douglas Hyde becoming its first President. It was set up to encourage the preservation of Irish culture, its music, dances and language. Also in that year appeared Hyde's The Love Songs of Connacht, which inspired Yeats, John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory. .
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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