A Broadside: No. 1 Third Year

Title

A Broadside: No. 1 Third Year

Subject

Ireland
Dun Emer Press
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival

Description

PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies.
The Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "And though they sleep in dungeons deep, or flee, outlawed and banned, we love them yet, we can't forget the felons of our land". Signed Jack B. Yeats.

Creator

E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
James Stephens
R . E. McGowan

Publisher

Cuala Press

Date

June, 1910

Text

THE ADVENTURES OF SEUMAS BEG
Treasure Trove
His arms were round the box. It was of wood
Clamped strong with bands of iron and it seemed
To be an awful weight. At last he stood,
And I stole closer still. His white eyes gleamed
As he peeped here and there and then he laid
The box down on the ground. A knife he drew
Out from his pocket and he plunged the blade
Deep down into the ground: the clay soon flew
In all directions underneath a tree.
And when the hole was deep he buried low
The box, and filled the hole again, and cunningly,
Stamped all the soil down flat. I went next day
To dig the treasure up but lost my way.
James Stephens

A YOUNG MAN'S FANCY
All the sheets are clacking, all the blocks are whining,
The sails are frozen stiff, and the wetted decks are shining,
The reef's in the top-sails, and it's coming on to blow,
And I think of the dear love I left long ago.

Grey were her eyes, and her hair was long and bonny,
Golden was her hair, like the wild bee's honey,
And I was but a dog, and a mad one, to despise
The gold of her hair and the grey of her eyes.

There's a sea before me, and my home behind me,
And beyond there the lands where nobody will mind me,
No one but the girls with the paint upon their cheeks,
Who sell away their beauty to whomsoever seeks.

There'll be drink and women there, and songs and laughter;
Peace from what is past, and from all that follows after;
And a fellow will forget how a woman lies awake
lonely in the night-watch crying for his sake.

Black it blows, and bad, and it howls like slaughter,
And the ship she shudders as she takes the water,
Hissing flies the spindrift, like a wind-blown smoke,
And I think of a woman, and a heart I broke.

Original Format

Broadside

Files

025.pdf

Citation

E. C. Yeats et al., “A Broadside: No. 1 Third Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed September 25, 2022, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1371.