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CLANN - KIN Fables: The Stolen Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
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Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
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Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
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A new c...
published: 13 Feb 2018
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CLANN - The Stolen Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
- - -
Sign up for CLANN's newsletter: https://laylo.com/clannmusic
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Discover CLANN:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clannmusic/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clannmusic/
Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
Discover House of Youth:
Website • http://www.houseofyouth.com/
Instagram • https://www.instagram.com/houseofyouth.records/
Spotify • https://open.spotify.com/user/houseofyouth
Bandcamp • https://houseofyouth.bandcamp.com/
Sign up for the House of Youth newsletter: https://laylo.com/houseofyouth
© House of Y...
published: 01 Dec 2017
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Stolen Child - Loreena McKennitt With Description Lyrics.
LYRICS HERE IN THE DESCRIPTION:
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a fae...
published: 08 Apr 2014
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The Stolen Child - W.B. Yeats
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life
Poem The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats and read by Anya Yalin.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And a...
published: 21 May 2009
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The Stolen Child by W B Yeats (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
First published in 1886, when Yeats was 24.
The drawing of Yeats was by Augustus John
The picture is the waterfall at GlenCar
The print is by Steven Brown
I was looking for images of Yeats Country - Lough Gill in County Sligo. Be sure to visit this page and download the video which gives a good view of The Lake Isle of Innisfree and other local attractions.
http://www.sligozone.net/lgill.htm
published: 10 Nov 2009
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Loreena McKennitt - "The Stolen Child (with Lyrics)
Loreena McKennitt The Stolen child -Nights From The Alhambra 2007 (Full hd)
published: 06 Nov 2021
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The Stolen Child
Provided to YouTube by IDOL
The Stolen Child · CLANN
Seelie
℗ HY RECORDS
Released on: 2017-12-01
Producer: CLANN
Lead Vocals: Charlotte Loseth
Composer: Chloé Picard
Composer: Sebastian McKinnon
Auto-generated by YouTube.
published: 21 Sep 2022
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Loreena McKennitt - The Stolen Child [ Lyrics Video ]
I own nothing.
William Butler Yeats, Ireland’s most famous and beloved poet of the 20th century, was intrigued by the Celtic myths and legends of his homeland, a fascination instilled at an early age by his mother, Susan Mary Pollexfen Yeats. His early poem, “The Stolen Child”, first appeared in the Irish Monthly in December 1886, and was published in 1892 in his first book of poetry, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems, as well as Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry.
The poem tells of a mortal child who is lured away to the land of the fairies, far from the troubles and sadness of the human world. It is a romantic metaphor for the universal loss of innocence we all go through as we wrestle with the random, unjust and tragic nature of life, and perhaps a personal expression o...
published: 17 Jun 2017
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W.B. Yeats - The Stolen Child (Poetry Reading)
*I realise I pronounced Yeats wrong, I will correct myself in the future.
Music: Ravel - "Piano concerto in G, II. Adagio assai"
Artwork: Bernie Keogh - "W.B. Yeats – The Stolen Child"
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubble...
published: 25 Sep 2020
12:09
CLANN - KIN Fables: The Stolen Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' ...
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
- - -
Sign up for CLANN's newsletter: https://laylo.com/clannmusic
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Discover CLANN:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clannmusic/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clannmusic/
Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
Discover House of Youth:
Website • http://www.houseofyouth.com/
Instagram • https://www.instagram.com/houseofyouth.records/
Spotify • https://open.spotify.com/user/houseofyouth
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Sign up for the House of Youth newsletter: https://laylo.com/houseofyouth
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A new chapter of the KIN Fables project from director Seb McKinnon
A music video for CLANN clannmusic.com/
Produced by:
Five Knights Productions: fiveknightsproductions.com/
House of Youth: houseofyouth.com/
Executive Producer: Francis Cucuzzella
Screenplay: Seb & Liam McKinnon
Script Advisor: An Prudon
CAST
The Faerie Queen - Oriana Leman
The Faerie Child - Alisa Sabirova
The Knight - Seb McKinnon
The Angel of Change - Jonathan "JStyle" Mukoma
Knight Double - Joel Martinez
CREW
Cinematography by Kes Tagney and Jimmy Boutry
ACs: Benjamin Granet, Élise Lausseur, Adrian Vaktor
Gaffer/Grip: Francis Bronsard and Chanho Bang
Sound: Simon Lacelle
Steadicam: Kes Tagney and Alexandre Bussières
Choreography: Amy Gardner vimeo.com/amygardner27
Line Production: Joel Martinez, House of Youth, Julien Forest
Make-Up: Tatyana Sosin and Sara Doyle
Costume Design: Michelle Hébert, Tatiana Cusson
Spirit Wings: Theresa Kammerhofer
Spirit Mask: Norm Hodgeson
Armor: Francis Bélanger
Props: The McKinnon Clan, Denise Séguin, Marie-Claire Emond,
Sculptor: Don Mahon
Set Warriors/Builders/Artisans:
House of Youth
Dominique Larocque
Joel Martinez
Joel Robison
Lulu Lovering
The McKinnon Clan
Photographers: Lulu Lovering, Joel Robison, Chloé Picard
Chaperone: Irina Sabirova
Translators: Tatyana Sosin and Kristina Ousmanova
Edit, Colour, VFX : Seb McKinnon
SPECIAL THANKS:
The McKinnon Clan
Gerald Parsons
Luc Séguin
Irina Sabirova
Cineground
Supported by FACTOR and the Government of Canada.
Follow KIN Fables : facebook.com/kinfables/
instagram.com/kinfables/
kinfables.com/
© House of Youth
https://wn.com/Clann_Kin_Fables_The_Stolen_Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
- - -
Sign up for CLANN's newsletter: https://laylo.com/clannmusic
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Discover CLANN:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clannmusic/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clannmusic/
Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
Discover House of Youth:
Website • http://www.houseofyouth.com/
Instagram • https://www.instagram.com/houseofyouth.records/
Spotify • https://open.spotify.com/user/houseofyouth
Bandcamp • https://houseofyouth.bandcamp.com/
Sign up for the House of Youth newsletter: https://laylo.com/houseofyouth
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A new chapter of the KIN Fables project from director Seb McKinnon
A music video for CLANN clannmusic.com/
Produced by:
Five Knights Productions: fiveknightsproductions.com/
House of Youth: houseofyouth.com/
Executive Producer: Francis Cucuzzella
Screenplay: Seb & Liam McKinnon
Script Advisor: An Prudon
CAST
The Faerie Queen - Oriana Leman
The Faerie Child - Alisa Sabirova
The Knight - Seb McKinnon
The Angel of Change - Jonathan "JStyle" Mukoma
Knight Double - Joel Martinez
CREW
Cinematography by Kes Tagney and Jimmy Boutry
ACs: Benjamin Granet, Élise Lausseur, Adrian Vaktor
Gaffer/Grip: Francis Bronsard and Chanho Bang
Sound: Simon Lacelle
Steadicam: Kes Tagney and Alexandre Bussières
Choreography: Amy Gardner vimeo.com/amygardner27
Line Production: Joel Martinez, House of Youth, Julien Forest
Make-Up: Tatyana Sosin and Sara Doyle
Costume Design: Michelle Hébert, Tatiana Cusson
Spirit Wings: Theresa Kammerhofer
Spirit Mask: Norm Hodgeson
Armor: Francis Bélanger
Props: The McKinnon Clan, Denise Séguin, Marie-Claire Emond,
Sculptor: Don Mahon
Set Warriors/Builders/Artisans:
House of Youth
Dominique Larocque
Joel Martinez
Joel Robison
Lulu Lovering
The McKinnon Clan
Photographers: Lulu Lovering, Joel Robison, Chloé Picard
Chaperone: Irina Sabirova
Translators: Tatyana Sosin and Kristina Ousmanova
Edit, Colour, VFX : Seb McKinnon
SPECIAL THANKS:
The McKinnon Clan
Gerald Parsons
Luc Séguin
Irina Sabirova
Cineground
Supported by FACTOR and the Government of Canada.
Follow KIN Fables : facebook.com/kinfables/
instagram.com/kinfables/
kinfables.com/
© House of Youth
- published: 13 Feb 2018
- views: 338645
5:24
CLANN - The Stolen Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' ...
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
- - -
Sign up for CLANN's newsletter: https://laylo.com/clannmusic
- - -
Discover CLANN:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clannmusic/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clannmusic/
Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
Discover House of Youth:
Website • http://www.houseofyouth.com/
Instagram • https://www.instagram.com/houseofyouth.records/
Spotify • https://open.spotify.com/user/houseofyouth
Bandcamp • https://houseofyouth.bandcamp.com/
Sign up for the House of Youth newsletter: https://laylo.com/houseofyouth
© House of Youth
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With the release of “Seelie”, CLANN welcomes us back to the world of KIN Fables - a grand scale multimedia project captained by director/producer Seb McKinnon, encompassing original music and stunning short films. This is a visual/musical project, one as as melancholic as it is epic, as haunting as it is beautiful, with plans to culminate into a feature film (currently in late stages of development). The word clann comes from Old Irish, meaning family - indeed, the family of collaborators responsible for this odyssey returns with the signature ethereal vocals of Charlotte Oleena, as though singing words from an unknown or long forgotten language, and heart-wringing string performances by violinist Chloe Picard. With Seelie, they have refined their sound, while not losing touch with their cinematic arrangements, airy vocals, and trip hop/downtempo beats.
https://wn.com/Clann_The_Stolen_Child
Buy/stream 'Seelie': https://idol-io.link/Seelie
(Available on 12" Double Black Vinyl w/ 18-page Art Booklet)
- - -
Buy/stream CLANN's debut album 'Kin Fables' on vinyl: https://idol-io.link/KinFables
(Available on 12" White Vinyl)
- - -
Sign up for CLANN's newsletter: https://laylo.com/clannmusic
- - -
Discover CLANN:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clannmusic/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clannmusic/
Website: https://www.clannmusic.com
KIN Fables: http://kinfables.com
Discover House of Youth:
Website • http://www.houseofyouth.com/
Instagram • https://www.instagram.com/houseofyouth.records/
Spotify • https://open.spotify.com/user/houseofyouth
Bandcamp • https://houseofyouth.bandcamp.com/
Sign up for the House of Youth newsletter: https://laylo.com/houseofyouth
© House of Youth
- - -
With the release of “Seelie”, CLANN welcomes us back to the world of KIN Fables - a grand scale multimedia project captained by director/producer Seb McKinnon, encompassing original music and stunning short films. This is a visual/musical project, one as as melancholic as it is epic, as haunting as it is beautiful, with plans to culminate into a feature film (currently in late stages of development). The word clann comes from Old Irish, meaning family - indeed, the family of collaborators responsible for this odyssey returns with the signature ethereal vocals of Charlotte Oleena, as though singing words from an unknown or long forgotten language, and heart-wringing string performances by violinist Chloe Picard. With Seelie, they have refined their sound, while not losing touch with their cinematic arrangements, airy vocals, and trip hop/downtempo beats.
- published: 01 Dec 2017
- views: 682965
5:06
Stolen Child - Loreena McKennitt With Description Lyrics.
LYRICS HERE IN THE DESCRIPTION:
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy w...
LYRICS HERE IN THE DESCRIPTION:
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
{W.B Yeats}
https://wn.com/Stolen_Child_Loreena_Mckennitt_With_Description_Lyrics.
LYRICS HERE IN THE DESCRIPTION:
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
{W.B Yeats}
- published: 08 Apr 2014
- views: 505893
2:15
The Stolen Child - W.B. Yeats
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life
Poem The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats and read by Anya Yalin.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleut...
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life
Poem The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats and read by Anya Yalin.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
This was created within the virtual world of Second Life.
Better render on vimeo here:
http://www.vimeo.com/4746397
https://wn.com/The_Stolen_Child_W.B._Yeats
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life
Poem The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats and read by Anya Yalin.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
This was created within the virtual world of Second Life.
Better render on vimeo here:
http://www.vimeo.com/4746397
- published: 21 May 2009
- views: 122176
2:35
The Stolen Child by W B Yeats (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
First published in 1886, when Yeats was 24.
The drawing of Yeats was by Augustus John
The picture is the waterfall at GlenCar
The print is by Steven Brown...
First published in 1886, when Yeats was 24.
The drawing of Yeats was by Augustus John
The picture is the waterfall at GlenCar
The print is by Steven Brown
I was looking for images of Yeats Country - Lough Gill in County Sligo. Be sure to visit this page and download the video which gives a good view of The Lake Isle of Innisfree and other local attractions.
http://www.sligozone.net/lgill.htm
https://wn.com/The_Stolen_Child_By_W_B_Yeats_(Read_By_Tom_O'Bedlam)
First published in 1886, when Yeats was 24.
The drawing of Yeats was by Augustus John
The picture is the waterfall at GlenCar
The print is by Steven Brown
I was looking for images of Yeats Country - Lough Gill in County Sligo. Be sure to visit this page and download the video which gives a good view of The Lake Isle of Innisfree and other local attractions.
http://www.sligozone.net/lgill.htm
- published: 10 Nov 2009
- views: 71526
4:32
Loreena McKennitt - "The Stolen Child (with Lyrics)
Loreena McKennitt The Stolen child -Nights From The Alhambra 2007 (Full hd)
Loreena McKennitt The Stolen child -Nights From The Alhambra 2007 (Full hd)
https://wn.com/Loreena_Mckennitt_The_Stolen_Child_(With_Lyrics)
Loreena McKennitt The Stolen child -Nights From The Alhambra 2007 (Full hd)
- published: 06 Nov 2021
- views: 2544
5:24
The Stolen Child
Provided to YouTube by IDOL
The Stolen Child · CLANN
Seelie
℗ HY RECORDS
Released on: 2017-12-01
Producer: CLANN
Lead Vocals: Charlotte Loseth
Composer: Ch...
Provided to YouTube by IDOL
The Stolen Child · CLANN
Seelie
℗ HY RECORDS
Released on: 2017-12-01
Producer: CLANN
Lead Vocals: Charlotte Loseth
Composer: Chloé Picard
Composer: Sebastian McKinnon
Auto-generated by YouTube.
https://wn.com/The_Stolen_Child
Provided to YouTube by IDOL
The Stolen Child · CLANN
Seelie
℗ HY RECORDS
Released on: 2017-12-01
Producer: CLANN
Lead Vocals: Charlotte Loseth
Composer: Chloé Picard
Composer: Sebastian McKinnon
Auto-generated by YouTube.
- published: 21 Sep 2022
- views: 4996
4:58
Loreena McKennitt - The Stolen Child [ Lyrics Video ]
I own nothing.
William Butler Yeats, Ireland’s most famous and beloved poet of the 20th century, was intrigued by the Celtic myths and legends of his homeland,...
I own nothing.
William Butler Yeats, Ireland’s most famous and beloved poet of the 20th century, was intrigued by the Celtic myths and legends of his homeland, a fascination instilled at an early age by his mother, Susan Mary Pollexfen Yeats. His early poem, “The Stolen Child”, first appeared in the Irish Monthly in December 1886, and was published in 1892 in his first book of poetry, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems, as well as Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry.
The poem tells of a mortal child who is lured away to the land of the fairies, far from the troubles and sadness of the human world. It is a romantic metaphor for the universal loss of innocence we all go through as we wrestle with the random, unjust and tragic nature of life, and perhaps a personal expression of Yeats own reckoning with sorrow in his life. Just twenty one years old at the time he wrote the poem, Yeats surely thought of his younger siblings, Robert and Jane, who both died at a young age-Robert at age three and Jane at just a year old.
The places mentioned in the poem are located in Sligo and Leitrim, in the storied west of Ireland, where Yeats spent much of his youth. A wild and beautiful land, steeped in the mystery, superstition and magic of Irish mythology, western Ireland in the late 19th century must have seemed to Yeats very much the land of the aos sí, (ees shee), the people of the mounds. Common to both Irish and Scottish mythology, the ancient race of the aos sí are also known as the daoine sídhe (dee-nuh shee-uh[th]) and, later in Irish literature, as the Tuatha Dé Danann (two-uh-huh day dan-in).
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Lyrics:
The Stolen Child
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
https://wn.com/Loreena_Mckennitt_The_Stolen_Child_Lyrics_Video
I own nothing.
William Butler Yeats, Ireland’s most famous and beloved poet of the 20th century, was intrigued by the Celtic myths and legends of his homeland, a fascination instilled at an early age by his mother, Susan Mary Pollexfen Yeats. His early poem, “The Stolen Child”, first appeared in the Irish Monthly in December 1886, and was published in 1892 in his first book of poetry, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems, as well as Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry.
The poem tells of a mortal child who is lured away to the land of the fairies, far from the troubles and sadness of the human world. It is a romantic metaphor for the universal loss of innocence we all go through as we wrestle with the random, unjust and tragic nature of life, and perhaps a personal expression of Yeats own reckoning with sorrow in his life. Just twenty one years old at the time he wrote the poem, Yeats surely thought of his younger siblings, Robert and Jane, who both died at a young age-Robert at age three and Jane at just a year old.
The places mentioned in the poem are located in Sligo and Leitrim, in the storied west of Ireland, where Yeats spent much of his youth. A wild and beautiful land, steeped in the mystery, superstition and magic of Irish mythology, western Ireland in the late 19th century must have seemed to Yeats very much the land of the aos sí, (ees shee), the people of the mounds. Common to both Irish and Scottish mythology, the ancient race of the aos sí are also known as the daoine sídhe (dee-nuh shee-uh[th]) and, later in Irish literature, as the Tuatha Dé Danann (two-uh-huh day dan-in).
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Lyrics:
The Stolen Child
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
- published: 17 Jun 2017
- views: 6201
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W.B. Yeats - The Stolen Child (Poetry Reading)
*I realise I pronounced Yeats wrong, I will correct myself in the future.
Music: Ravel - "Piano concerto in G, II. Adagio assai"
Artwork: Bernie Keogh - "W.B. ...
*I realise I pronounced Yeats wrong, I will correct myself in the future.
Music: Ravel - "Piano concerto in G, II. Adagio assai"
Artwork: Bernie Keogh - "W.B. Yeats – The Stolen Child"
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
https://wn.com/W.B._Yeats_The_Stolen_Child_(Poetry_Reading)
*I realise I pronounced Yeats wrong, I will correct myself in the future.
Music: Ravel - "Piano concerto in G, II. Adagio assai"
Artwork: Bernie Keogh - "W.B. Yeats – The Stolen Child"
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
- published: 25 Sep 2020
- views: 3748