A Broadside: No. 3. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Title
A Broadside: No. 3. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Subject
Ireland
Cuala Press
A Broadside
The Gaelic Revival
Irish Literary 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 only.
300 copies only.
The woodcut on page [3] has caption: "STARTING ON A LONG STAGE". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Padraic Colum
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
August, 1914
Text
THE CAPTIVE ARCHER
To-morrow I will bend the bow:
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain!
No longer pacing to and fro
With listless hands and idle brain:
As goes the arrow, forth I go!
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain
To-morrow I will bend the bow!
Padraic Colum.
I BUILT A BOWER IN MY BREAST
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
Who'd come and go at my request;
I loved him so well, and so very, very well,
That I built him a bower in my breast -
In my breast,
That I built him a bower in my breast.
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
And a boy that I thought was my own;
But he loves another girl better than me,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
And is gone,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
The girl that has taken my own bonny boy,
Let her make of him all that she can,
For whether he loves me or he loves me not,
I'll walk with my love now and then -
Now and then.
I'll walk with my love now and then.
To-morrow I will bend the bow:
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain!
No longer pacing to and fro
With listless hands and idle brain:
As goes the arrow, forth I go!
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain
To-morrow I will bend the bow!
Padraic Colum.
I BUILT A BOWER IN MY BREAST
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
Who'd come and go at my request;
I loved him so well, and so very, very well,
That I built him a bower in my breast -
In my breast,
That I built him a bower in my breast.
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
And a boy that I thought was my own;
But he loves another girl better than me,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
And is gone,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
The girl that has taken my own bonny boy,
Let her make of him all that she can,
For whether he loves me or he loves me not,
I'll walk with my love now and then -
Now and then.
I'll walk with my love now and then.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and Padraic Colum, “A Broadside: No. 3. Seventh and Last Year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed November 21, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1421.