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“A city built upon mud; A culture built upon profit; Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Why should I want to go back To you, Ireland, my Ireland?”

Quote by Louis MacNeice

Book:Collected Poems

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Collected Poems

This book is a collection of poems that spans different styles and themes, showcasing the diversity of poetic expression. more

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Louis MacNeice was a prominent British poet of the 20th century, born on September 12, 1907, and died on September 3, 1963. He is known for his unique poetic style and profound insights into modern life. more

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“Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope, And God Save--as you prefer--the King or Ireland. The land of scholars and saints: Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush, Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints”

Eye Hell Land Kings Saint Ideology Rebel Scholar Ireland Pope Complaints Never Ending Ambush

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.”

Fear Born Prayer Clubs Bats Rats Ghouls

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“I am not yet born; O fill me With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing”

Faces Humanity Born Prayer Machines Freeze Cogs

Author:Louis MacNeice

“I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order, Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor; The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.”

Ends Order Born Poor Son Necks Candle Portions Ireland Marble Banned

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.”

Author:Louis MacNeice

“The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold”

Time Grows Minutes Cold Garden Gold Sunlight Cages Old Time

Author:Louis MacNeice

“a fortress against ideas and against the Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.”

Men Littles Ideas Theory Monsters Beast Shock Toys Aggression Insidious Fortresses Crumbling Tilt Vendors Shuddering Sardines

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.”

Faces Sorrow Refugee Hawks

Author:Louis MacNeice

“You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Your values blurred, your hearts impure And your past life a ruined church-- But let your poison be your cure.”

Knows Heart Past Values Church Worst Suicide Cures Poison Our Past Ruined Your Past Past Life Fickle

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium, It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums. It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.”

Years Country Government Election Fifty Hats Daily Life Grants Pot Apathy Laziness Palaces Stadiums Pension Arses

Author:Louis MacNeice