williambutleryeats

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._B._Yeats
"William Butler Yeats (/jeɪts/ YAYTS; 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet, dramatist, writer and literary critic who was one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory, founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. He was awarded the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature and later served two terms as a Senator of the Irish Free State."

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and many more LoC photos

Thanks swanq, we'll update the catalog record.

That's a fabulous exhibition I'll have to save time to go through it but it looks brilliant at first sight! For a 58 year old he looks very frail and elderly. I suspect that if I had used my brain daily as he did I might be more worn out by now as well;-)

Swordscookie Oh, I think you give your brain plenty of daily exercise! ;)

Perhaps I'll have a look in the mirror so?

That online exhibition is pretty impressive.

philip ward Glad you like it! Did you ever get to visit "in the flesh"?

Ben Bulbin in background

www.buildingsofireland.ie/buildings-search/building/32400...

“The estate was once 32,000 acres (13,000 ha) but now consists of less than 500 acres (200 ha), the immediate demesne of the house. The house was the childhood home of Irish revolutionary, Constance Gore-Booth, her sister the poet and suffragist, Eva Gore-Booth, and their siblings, Mabel Gore-Booth, Mordaunt Gore-Booth and Josslyn Gore-Booth. It was also the sometime holiday retreat of the world-renowned poet, William Butler Yeats. He made the house famous with the opening lines of his poem:
"In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz"
The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.”

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lissadell_House

s P o O k Y ! . . .

"Lissadell, Sligo, February, 1891.

"On [Wednesday] April IO, 1889, at about half-past nine o'clock a.m., my youngest brother and I were going down a short flight of stairs leading to the kitchen to fetch food for my chickens, as usual. We were about half way down, my brother a few steps in advance of me, when he suddenly said - 'Why, there's John Blaney ; I didn't know he was in the house !' John Blaney was a boy who lived not far from us, and he had been employed in the house as hall-boy not long before. I said that I was sure it was not he (for I knew he had left some months previously on account of ill-health), and looked down into the passage, but saw no one. The passage was a long one, with a rather sharp turn in it, so we ran quickly down the last few steps and looked round the corner, but nobody was there, and the only door he could have gone through was shut. As we went upstairs my brother said, ' How pale and ill John looked, and why did he stare so ?' I asked what he was doing. My brother answered that he had his sleeves turned up, and was wearing a large green apron, such as the footmen always wear at their work. An hour or two afterwards I asked my maid how long John Blaney had been back in the house. She seemed much surprised, and said, 'Didn't you hear, miss, that he died this morning ?' On inquiry we found he had died about two hours before my brother saw him. My mother did not wish that my brother should be told this, but he heard of it somehow, and at once declared that he must have seen his ghost.

"Mabel Olive Gors Booth."

See - trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/19014591

The two children on the (broken) steps - who might they be? Thinking around 1890 due to the condensed script titling.
The companion reverse-ish view also has two fellas leaning out of a window looking guilty - catalogue.nli.ie/Record/vtls000330176