James Stephens

James Stephens

Summary

Portrait of James Stephens James Stephens,  Reincarnations

“ Was lout, son of lout, by old lout, and was da to a lout!
O'BRUAIDAR
I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sang
Through forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail;
And no one cared even as much as the half of a hang
For the song or the singer, so here is an end to the tale.
If a person should think I complain and have not got the cause,
Let him bring his eyes here and take a good look at my hand,
Let him say if a goose-quill has calloused this poor pair of paws
Or the spade that I grip on and dig with out there in the land?
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of James Stephens James Stephens,  Reincarnations

“ I am O'Rahilly:
Here in a distant place I hold my tongue,
Who once said all his say, when he was young!
RIGHTEOUS ANGER
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of James Stephens James Stephens,  Reincarnations

“ Dissimilar as these poets are from each other in time, education, and temperament, they are alike in that they were all poor men, so poor that there was often little difference between them and beggars. They all sing of their poverty: Keating as a fact to be recorded among other facts, O'Rahilly in a very stately and bitter complaint, and Raftery as in the quotation above; but O'Bruadair lets out of him an unending, rebellious bawl which would be the most desolating utterance ever made by man if it was not also the most gleeful. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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