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“And I envy the intransigence of my own Countrymen who shoot to kill and never See the victim's face become their own Or find his motive sabotage their motives.”

Quote by Louis MacNeice

Book:Selected poems

Work

This book compiles a selection of poems that showcase the depth and diversity of the author's poetic voice, exploring a range of subjects and employing different literary techniques. more

Author

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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“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?”

Want Should Culture Cities Speech Built Profit Guilty Minorities Ireland Free Speech Should I Mud Bud Decadence

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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”

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“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.”

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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”

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“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.”

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

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

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“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

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“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.”

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Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems