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Celtic Twilight

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

1. Epigraph, The Hosting of the Sidhe
2. This book
3. A Teller of Tales
4. Belief and Unbelief
5. Mortal Help
6. A Visionary
7. Village Ghosts
8. 'Dust Hath closed Helen's Eye'
9. A Knight of the Sheep
10. An Enduring Heart
11. The Sorcerers
12. The Devil
13. Happy and Unhappy Theologians
14. The Last Gleeman
15. Regina, Regina Pigmeorum, Veni
16. 'And Fair, Fierce Women'
17. Enchanted Woods
18. Miraculous Creatures
19. Aristotle of the Books
20. The Swine of the Gods
21. A Voice
22. Kidnappers
23. The Untiring Ones
24. Earth, Fire and Water
25. The Old Town
26. The Man and his Boots
27. A Coward
28. The Three O'Byrnes and the Evil Faeries
29. Drumcliff and Rosses
30. The Thick Skull of the Fortunate
31. The Religion of a Sailor
32. Concerning the nearness together of Heaven, Earth, and Purgatory
33. The Eaters of Precious Stones
34. Our Lady of the Hills
35. The Golden Age
36. A Remonstrance with Scotsmen for having soured the Disposition of their Ghosts and Faeries
37. War
38. The Queen and the Fool
39. The Friends of the People of Faery
40. Dreams that have no Moral
41. By the Roadside
42. Into the Twilight

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Summary

I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a little bright-eyed old man, who lived in a leaky and one-roomed cabin in the village of Ballisodare. He was a great teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers, knew how to empty heaven, hell, and purgatory, faeryland and earth, to people his stories. He did not live in a shrunken world, but knew of no less ample circumstance than did Homer himself. Perhaps the Gaelic people shall by his like bring back again the ancient simplicity and amplitude of imagination.Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. (W. B. Yeats)