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LYRICS: Angus the Prize-Winning Hog Emerged from a cranberry bog Determined to win a shiny ribbon at the fair So Angus the Prize-Winning Hog Skipped 600 miles into Prague Where he sang and he pranced And the people all danced to his tune And they cheered! Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Almightier than God! Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Angus is the leader Angus is the brother Angus is the father Angus is the Savior Angus is the answer Always and forever Angus will protect you Follow him forever Angus for Governor! Angus for President! Angus for Chancellor! Angus for Everything! But The Butcherman says he’s not for the people The Butcherman says he’s not for the people The Butcherman says that he’s for the people Cause Butcherman knows what’s good for the people The Butcherman understands all the people The Butcherman says the Hog hates the people The Butcherman knows what's good for the people But Angus knows Butcherman is out for blood Run, Mr. Butcherman! Run, Mr. Butcherman, until you’re out of sight! Run, Mr. Butcherman! Angus will fight for the light! When the sacrifice was made For the people Angus loved so dear The band struck up and played And the people stood and cheered Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Gone as an angel to God! Angus the Prize-Winning Hog! Angus is the leader Angus is the brother Angus is the father Angus is the Savior Angus is the answer Always and forever Angus will protect you Worship him forever Angus is the leader Angus is the brother Angus is the father Angus is the Savior Angus is the answer Always and forever Angus will protect you Worship him forever, NOW So Angus the Angelic Swine Returned to the cranberry bog in the sky And he rested his eyes And his soul fades and dies With this tune CAST (in alphabetical order): Adelaide Bass AJ Boulund Skye Braband Julie Brown Kat Brown Melanie Carroll-Dolci Madison Chapman Brayton Green David Kane Jalen Feniquito Mo Moffett Amanda Remy Becca Scherer Alfredo Solis-Fuentes Dayton Walker CREW: Mitchell Pratt - Writer/Director/Editor Casey Donovan - Producer Emerson Harris - VFX/Color/Sound Danny Kane - 1st Assistant Director Sam Pinnelas - Director of Photography Becca Scherer - Wardrobe Produced by Too Lemon THE TOXHARDS Casey Donovan - Lead Vocals Matt Garcia - Lead Guitar Emerson Harris - Bass / Vocals Alan Macchiarolo - Drums Official Website - 🤍 Twitter - 🤍 Facebook - 🤍 Instagram - 🤍
Aengus was one of the illustrious and mysterious Tuatha Dé Danann, a mystical race of beings who came to Ireland in the distant past bringing high culture along with them. In the course of time, this Tuatha were raised to the status of gods and goddesses; though it should be said that the conception of the divine was quite different in early pagan Ireland from what we are familiar with today. One of Ireland's great love stories is called Aisling Óengus, or the Dream of Aengus, and it describes the painful, unrequited love for a woman who began appearing to Aengus every night as a vision in a dream. You can read the full tale here 🤍 post/The-Dream-of-Angus-Aisling-Aengus Check out my online courses Irish Mythology 🤍 Brehon Law 🤍 Ancient Irish Culture and Society 🤍 - Get Lifetime Access - On-Demand Video - Access on ANY Device - Money Back Guarantee - Certificate of Completion - Lots of Bonus Materials - Impress Your Friends with Your Knowledge of Early Ireland! For more Brehon Law Academy content: 🤍 🤍 🤍 If you liked this video please share it to your networks for others to watch.
1978. Aengus : Jackie Small (Pipes, whistle, mandolin, fiddle), Tony Small ( vocal, guitar), Garry O' Briain (mandocello, fiddle). Maurice Lennon (fiddle) joined for this recording. Double Jigs: Jackson's Morning Brush / Moloney's Wife. 3.27 Song: The Bonny Blue Handkerchief. 3.43 Reels: The Congress / The Floggin' Reel. 2.28 Air and Jig: When the Cock Crows. 3.05 Song: The Card Game. 2.50 Slip-Jigs: Barney Brallaghan / The Drops of Brandy. 2.14 Hornpipes: The Peacock's Feather / Jim Dillon's. 3.02 Song: Seven Irish Boys. 2.28 Reel: The Maid Behind the Bar. 2.20 Double Jigs: Maid of the Spinning Wheel / Humours of Ennistymon. 3.00 Song: In Praise of the City of Mullingar. 3.38 Reels: Flax in Bloom / The Boyne Hunt / The Bucks of Oranmore. 3.25
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Music by Philip Leitch Donovan on verses by W.B.Yeats. Illustrations by Cronogeo.( 🤍 )
The Song of Wandering Aengus By William Butler Yeats I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS CAST 'The Song of Wandering Aengus' by W.B.Yeats read by Liam Cunningham CREW Directed by Matthew Lawes Wickwar Executive Producers: Marlena Hellebø, Ex-Animo Foundation & Marta Sala Font Produced by Other Brother Studios & Square Eyes Films 'The Song of Wandering Aengus' by W.B.Yeats read by Liam Cunningham Original music by David Holmes & Keefus Ciancia Animation and Photography by Matthew Lawes Wickwar Animation Assistants Jack Maddison & Kit Lawes Puppets by Olga Lunina, Kerry Dyer, Natasha Lawes & Ruth Pease Sets by Matthew Lawes Wickwar Fish Mouth by Elizabeth Jane Winstanley Backdrops by Phoenix Finlayson-Pugh Recording Engineer Joe Bulmer Mixed by James Cox at Jungle Studios Post-Production: Felip Docolomansky, Matthew Lawes Wickwar & Valeria DiClaudio AWARDS WINNER ‘Best Animated Short Film’ - 2016 London Independent Film Festival WINNER ‘Best Animated Short’ - 2016 Toronto Independent Film Festival WINNER ‘Best Animation’ - 2016 Media Film Festival, Philadelphia, US WINNER 'Honorable Mention' - 2016 International Film Awards Berlin WINNER ‘Outstanding Stop Motion Animation’ - 2016 ZedFest Film Festival, Hollywood WINNER ‘Outstanding Producing’ - 2016 ZedFest Film Festival, Hollywood WINNER ‘Outstanding Voice Acting’ - 2016 ZedFest Film Festival, Hollywood WINNER '2016 Super Short Golden Marquee Award' - 2016 ZedFest Film Festival, Hollywood ADDITIONAL AWARD NOMINATIONS NOMINEE ‘Prize for the best poetry film’ 2016 ZEBRA Poetry Film Festival, Germany NOMINEE ‘Best Animation’ 2016 Kerry Film Festival, Ireland NOMINEE 'Best Animation' 2016 Fastnet Film Festival, Schull, Ireland NOMINEE ‘Best picture’ 2016 Sciuridae Film Festival, Idaho, US NOMINEE ‘Best style’ 2016 Sciuridae Film Festival, Idaho,US NOMINEE ‘Most original’ 2016 Sciuridae Film Festival, Idaho,US NOMINEE 'Best Animation' 2016 SoCal Clips Indie Film Fest FILM FESTIVALS OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Cambridge Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Audi Dublin Film Festival, Ireland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Omaha Film Festival, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Studio City International Film Festival, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 London Short Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Catalina Film Festival, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Miami Short Film Festival, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Coventry Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Dieciminuti Film Festival, Italy OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Premio Tortoreto alla Cultura, Italy OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 British Animation Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Hidden Door Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2017 Tokyo Short Shorts Film Festival, JAPAN OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Savannah Film Festival, Georgia US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Rockport Film Festival, Texas, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 SoCal CIFF, Hollywood, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Kerry Film Festival, Ireland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Bath Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 7th Sound & Image International Festival, Macau OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Linoleum International Contemporary Animation and Media-Art Festival, Russia OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 ZEBRA Poetry Film Festival, Germany OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Indie Cork Film Festival, Ireland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Edinburgh Short Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Toronto Independent Film Festival, Canada OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Glastonbury Short Film Festival, Pilton, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Skyline Indie Film Fest, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Zed Fest, Hollywood, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Sopot Film Festival, Sopot, Poland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Endless Mountains Film Festival, Pennsylvania, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 NYC Downtown Short Film Festival, New York, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Golden Reel International Underground Film Festival, Central Asia OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Media Film Festival, Philadelphia, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Brightside Tavern Film Festival, New Jersey, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 25th Arizona International Film Festival, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 The Fastnet Short Film Festival, Schull, Ireland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Derby Film Festival OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 London Independent Film Festival OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Sciuridae Film Festival, Idaho, US OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Herne Hill Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 River Film Festival, Italy OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 XPO North Film Festival, Scotland OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Charlton & Woolwich Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Hebrides International Film Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Nottingham International Microfilm Festival, UK OFFICIAL SELECTION 2016 Underexposed Film Festival, US
Donovan Philip Leitch/Luisa Zappa Branduardi, versi originali di W.B.Yeats, tradotti in italiano da Luisa Zappa. Disegni di Cronogeo. 🤍 - Donovan Philip Leitch/Luisa Zappa Branduardi on veses by W.B.Yeats, translated by Luisa Zappa. Illustrations by Cronogeo.( 🤍 )
"Aengus' Fool" debut single by Sleep Walking Animals available now Stream & download: 🤍 Director & DOP - Grae Clark 1st AD - Vanessa Calderón Transport - Sunny Phaque Focus Puller - David Romualdo Runner - Marat Erkek Runner - Sue Miles Camera Operator - Jess Pentney B-Roll Footage - Rua Miles Hair & Make Up Artist - Frederica Adorno Production Co. - Indie Film Project Lead Vocals - Tom Glynn-Carney Electric Guitar - Alex Harford Double Bass - Jack Brett Acoustic Guitar - Joe Etherington Percussion - Nuwan Hugh Perera Background Vocals - Lottie Amor, Molly Glynn-Whitehead & Rose D'Aulbey Lyrics Intro (Love looks good on you) Light as a feather But tough as a stone When you’re barely together But never alone When a hand on the leg Is the best you can do I know you can’t see it But love looks good on you I read you a passage From yesterday’s paper And you listened and looked With a smile that escapes you Do you know that you bring out The best in me too I know you can’t see it But love looks good on you And woah I’ve been waiting since the last time I was here For you to come home Took a while but now you’re here And somehow Nothing matters Matters now Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Call her to arms And she’ll fight to the death Or you catch sullen whispers From under her breath She’s fire and ice and she’ll carry you through I know you can’t see it But love looks good on you. I’ll stand by the bedside And watch how she sleeps Sifting through poems For phrases to keep She’ll open her eyes - there’s a day to pursue I know you can’t see it You’ll take it or leave it But love looks good on you Woah I’ve been waiting since the last time I was here For you to come home I’ve been waiting since the last time I was here For you to come home Took a while but now you’re here And somehow Nothing matters Matters now I’ll shout from the mountains Like Aengus’ fool I’ll shout from the mountains Like Aengus’ fool I’ll shout from the mountains Like Aengus’ fool I’ll shout from the mountains That love looks good on you Love looks good on Love looks good on Love looks good on you Love looks good on Love looks good on Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Love looks good on you Instagram - 🤍 Facebook - 🤍 Twitter - 🤍 Official site - 🤍 Check us out on Spotify - 🤍
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In this episode I read, or rather chant to you, a classic Yeats poem and reflect on what it means to me. Here's the text of that poem: The Song of Wandering Aengus BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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Labhair Aengus Ó Snodaigh TD ag ócáid a d'eagraigh Comhdháil Náisiúnta na Gaeilge i mBaile Átha Cliath ar 3 Feabhra 2011. Here Sinn Féin's Aengus Ó Snodaigh talks about the party's Irish language policy for election 2011. Tuilleadh eolais mar gheall ar an ócáid ar fáil ar www,gaelport.com
Angelo Branduardi es un cantante pop / folk italiano. Las canciones de Branduardi se inspiran en letras de fábulas,mitos y fantasías. William Butler Yeats poeta y dramaturgo irlandés nacido en Doublin en 1865. "La canción de Aengus el vagabundo" es un poema de este autor.
Anderson Cooper discusses the fail moment that RTE news reader Aengus Mac Grianna made and brought a lot of attention to him the past days. Cooper talks about some other newsreaders who had the same thing happening to them and even discusses some similar situations of his own.
#pagangods #healingmeditation #godoflove This meditation is to connect with Aengus the Celtic God of love. His name means ‘true vigour’ He appears in Irish mythology as one of the Tuatha Dé Danann and the son of Dagda. He appears as a swan who then shapeshifts into a beautiful, handsome young man who has four bright birds flying over his head. The birds represent the love god’s kisses. He is a blue-eyed god of golden hair. He is associated with the youth, love, summer, poetic and creative inspiration. He helps clear the way for love and creativity to come into your life. Meditation music videos for therapists and healers, relaxing background music to meditate to. Guided meditations to heal, release blocks, transmute negative energies and leave the listener deeply relaxed, healed and peaceful. Author of 3 books, available on Amazon UK and US, coach, mentor, Reiki healer and teacher, wellness therapist and meditation coach. All content is designed to assist relaxation and uplift the listeners. My author pages on Amazon: 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍
The dream of Aengus (Oengus) is the story of how the god of Youth and Love Aengus dreamed of the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his life! He kept dreaming and thinking about her until he fell sick! Aengus needed to find her. So the Irish mythology tells us of the years of search that Aengus had to endure to reach his love! The dream of Aengus is a beautiful, strange, and mysterious mythology! Enjoy! Suggested videos: Best life lessons Star Trek: 🤍 The Warrior of Light - A beautiful lesson of faith: 🤍 The Man Who Wanted to be Happy: 🤍 Make sure to follow me on my Instagram account: 🤍 Dream of Aengus Dream of Oengus caer ibormeith Aengus Irish mythology medieval mythology Background music credit: Unwind Station - No Copyright Music 🤍 Images credits: Aengus and Caer – by Nadi Spencer : 🤍 Lake by Ryan Bawn 🤍 The Celtic God: 🤍 Love Done Irish: 🤍 It's my belief that all of the content used in the video falls under the law of Fair Use, but if content owners feel the need to dispute this I will remove the content. I do not desire to infringe upon anybody's content ownership. If you find any image, art or music piece that belongs to you, feel free to message me and I will happily offer credit!
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The Song of Wandering Aengus - William Butler Yeats (Powerful Life Poetry) Subscribe: 🤍 The Song of Wandering Aengus- WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Read by Sam Neill I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. - This video is entirely made for bringing some positiveness and happiness in your life. #Day43 #BucaWorld #TrueStory - Music Credit Whitesand - Moonlight Link: 🤍 - *FAIR-USE COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER* Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, commenting, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. 1) This video has no negative impact on the original works. (It is entirely made for bringing some positiveness and happiness in people's life.) 2) This video is also for teaching purposes. 3) It is not transformative in nature. 4) I only used bits and pieces of videos to get the point across where necessary. Buca World does not own the rights to these video clips. They have, in accordance with fair use, been repurposed with the intent of educating and inspiring others. However, if any content owners would like their images removed, please contact us by email at bucaworld1🤍gmail.com - Thanks for watching Buca World. Please don't forget to like, share, comment and subscribe and hit the bell icon to get notified about our latest videos. -
In this video I have illustrated this beautiful folk song sung by Donovan. The wonderful lyrics is written by W.B. Yeats. The song is to be found on HMS Donovan from 1971. And yes, the girl is Marianne Faithfull. It was hard to find a picture of a girl that fitted the song..
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Less frequently called "The Song of Wandering Aengus", omitting "the" which seems to be wrong but I don't see that it matters much. This was one the the first poems I uploaded and I was then still fooling around trying to find a good sound format and getting it wrong, indistinct and muffled. So here it is again. I hope it's better. This is an ideal poem if you want to practice reading poetry. It's deceptively simple and shows flaws well. You can hear other people, who habitually read poetry, recite it here: 🤍 Poetry is more like music than speech. Some people are poem-deaf, which is like tone-deaf, they don't know how it should sound. They don't have the internal voice which recites poetry to them. If they read a poem aloud they ignore metre and rhyme and emphasise the wrong words, as if reading assembly instructions to dimwits. Worse still, they're convinced they're reading well. They're like the oddballs they put through on America's Got Talent for a laugh who are so astonished and angry when they get rejected. Read with stresses according to the metre - which is like saying, "sing the tune" but it's surprising how many don't. Is it iambic? trochaic? where do the stresses fall? Don't let the rhymes take you by surprise. It's a mistake to sacrifice the metre of the line in order to make the point: if it were a song you wouldn't stop singing to shout the punchline, would you? Don't leave unnecessary gaps. If you do it will sound like an itinerary or a recipe: first I did this, (pause) then I did that. (pause) A poem runs one cadence into the next, like a song. Some people - well, mostly Americans - think poetry should be read with more emphasis. Americans like emphasis: on Fox News in particular the presenters have pressured speech, emphasising nearly every word: "WHAT I SAY IS IMPORTANT SO LISTEN TO ME". It doesn't scan. Emphasis is a trap. Emphasis on a word changes the meaning and the metre of the line. Don't emphasise a word unless there's a compelling reason. If you introduce your secretary by saying, "This is Mavis, my SECRETARY" with implied inverted commas: well, maybe she is more than just your "secretary", nudge, nudge, wink, wink, but don't embarrass the poor girl. If you say, "and kiss her LIPS" then it sounds like you considered other possible targets for kissing. If you say, "she called me by my NAME" then you sound relieved she didn't call you "Shaggy" like the guys on the corner. Emphasis is usually unnecessary. If you say, "wagging their TAILS behind them" - the listener wonders - what else would they wag? or, just as bad, "wagging their tails BEHIND them" - well, where else would they wag them? Yeats' portrait was by Augustus John in 1907. I have a good story about a friend of mine and Augustus John that I might tell you when I have a little more time. "Miranda" was painted by Sir Frank Dicksee in about 1875. She has nothing to do with the poem apart from the fact she's a pretty, fey-looking girl who would be worth finding.
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This video is dedicated to Mark (gerdenshed) for his support and help. Thanks a million :-) It's a poem by William Butler Yeats put to music by Christy Moore: I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Song of Wandering Aengus
My poetry collections 'Poems for Susan' (2020) and 'Scarlet Land' (2021) are available from my shop: 🤍 If you wish to contribute to the channel, it is possible to make a donation here: 🤍 Considered by many to be the most beautiful poem ever written. From Yeats' 1899 collection 'The Wind Among The Reeds'. The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats: I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. #WBYeats #Yeats #WilliamButlerYeats #PoetryfromtheShires #ArthurLWood #Audiobook #ReadingPoetryAloud #Poetrycommunity #Poetry
"The Song of Wandering Aengus" (1897) by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) (poem begins at 0:29; click CC to see subtitles during poem; click red button to subscribe; text below) I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. Extra notes: 1. "Sasha Reads" playlist: 🤍 2. William Butler Yeats: 🤍 3. The Song of Wandering Aengus: 🤍 4. Song by Donovan: 🤍 5. Song by the Waterboys: 🤍
After tackling 2 luck item promos already this weekend, and getting Balios with fewer items than expected, I head off for one more divine that is in the Golden Fleeces. Until 18th February 2019 15:00:00, see if you can find Aengus by scratching the Golden Fleece!
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The Song of Wandering Aengus. The magical, lyric poem by William Butler Yeats. I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. 🤍
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