A Broadside: No. 5
Title
A Broadside: No. 5
Subject
Cuala Press
Dun Emer Press
Ireland
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.
300 copies only.
The woodcut on page [3] has caption: "THE WAKE HOUSE". Signed Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
Jack B. Yeats
James Guthrie
Ernest Rhys
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
October, 1908.
Text
OF ONE JOURNEYING
I walked lightly with the dancing flame of youth,
A breeze to bear me at each steep incline;
Joy fared me forth; I journeyed without ruth,
And every living branch and bird was mine.
Each old horizon, with desire beyond,
Passed like familiar air and empty road ...
Ah, were this worn staff now the singing wand,
And bending shoulders straight beneath their load!
Onward I journey, all of youth behind:
My breast wears old with the weight of the wind.
James Guthrie
IN THE TRAIN: PORTRAIT OF A NAVY
His cap, his pipe , his corduroy,
The little gold-ring in his ear,
His cave-man's jaw to make you fear
The half-burnt feast that should employ
Those teeth of iron and ivory.
Cracking a bone like biscuit there,
And that strong hand to harry the bear,
Look brave in our pale company.
His smile is great: his road lies home
Across a thousand quarts of beer;
For him, the Casesars are in vain,
Rome, Pharaoh, Cnut, are still to come;
The river-marsh blinds Westminster,
And Lincoln's Inn is fields again.
Ernest Rhys.
I walked lightly with the dancing flame of youth,
A breeze to bear me at each steep incline;
Joy fared me forth; I journeyed without ruth,
And every living branch and bird was mine.
Each old horizon, with desire beyond,
Passed like familiar air and empty road ...
Ah, were this worn staff now the singing wand,
And bending shoulders straight beneath their load!
Onward I journey, all of youth behind:
My breast wears old with the weight of the wind.
James Guthrie
IN THE TRAIN: PORTRAIT OF A NAVY
His cap, his pipe , his corduroy,
The little gold-ring in his ear,
His cave-man's jaw to make you fear
The half-burnt feast that should employ
Those teeth of iron and ivory.
Cracking a bone like biscuit there,
And that strong hand to harry the bear,
Look brave in our pale company.
His smile is great: his road lies home
Across a thousand quarts of beer;
For him, the Casesars are in vain,
Rome, Pharaoh, Cnut, are still to come;
The river-marsh blinds Westminster,
And Lincoln's Inn is fields again.
Ernest Rhys.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
Jack B. Yeats, James Guthrie, and Ernest Rhys, “A Broadside: No. 5,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed November 21, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1350.