A. Norman Jeffares
Born
in Dublin, Ireland
August 11, 1920
Died
June 01, 2005
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Ireland's Love Poems
3 editions
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published
1997
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W.B. Yeats: A New Biography
8 editions
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published
1988
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York Notes on The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan
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published
1980
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James Joyce: The Poems in Verse & Prose
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published
1992
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York Notes on "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood (York Notes)
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published
1994
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Commentary On the Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats
5 editions
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published
1968
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York Notes Wide Sargasso Sea
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published
1995
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York Notes on "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding (York Notes)
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1988
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Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (York Notes)
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1981
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W.B. Yeats: Man and Poet
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“How beautiful, how beautiful you streamed upon my sight, In glory and in grandeur, as a gorgeous sunset-light!
How softly, soul-subduing, fell your words upon mine ear, Like low aerial music when some angel hovers near!
What tremulous, faint ecstasy to clasp your hand in mine, Till the darkness fell upon me of a glory too divine!
The air around grew languid with our intermingled breath, And in your beauty's shadow I sank motionless as death.
I saw you not, I heard not, for a mist was on my brain--I only felt that life could give no joy like that again.
And this was love--I knew it not, but blindly floated on, And now I'm on the ocean waste, dark, desolate, alone;
The waves are raging round me-- I'm reckless where they guide; No hope is left to lighten me, no strength to stem the tide.
As a leaf along the torrent, a cloud across the sky, As dust upon the whirlwind, so my life is drifting by. The dream that drank the meteor's light--the form from Heav'n has flown--
The vision and the glory, they are passing--they are gone.
Oh! Love is frantic agony, and life one throb of pain; Yet I would bear its darkest woes to dream again.”
― Ireland's Love Poems
How softly, soul-subduing, fell your words upon mine ear, Like low aerial music when some angel hovers near!
What tremulous, faint ecstasy to clasp your hand in mine, Till the darkness fell upon me of a glory too divine!
The air around grew languid with our intermingled breath, And in your beauty's shadow I sank motionless as death.
I saw you not, I heard not, for a mist was on my brain--I only felt that life could give no joy like that again.
And this was love--I knew it not, but blindly floated on, And now I'm on the ocean waste, dark, desolate, alone;
The waves are raging round me-- I'm reckless where they guide; No hope is left to lighten me, no strength to stem the tide.
As a leaf along the torrent, a cloud across the sky, As dust upon the whirlwind, so my life is drifting by. The dream that drank the meteor's light--the form from Heav'n has flown--
The vision and the glory, they are passing--they are gone.
Oh! Love is frantic agony, and life one throb of pain; Yet I would bear its darkest woes to dream again.”
― Ireland's Love Poems
“How far apart are she and I!
I and the lady of my heart;
I yearn in love; she passes by
Too proud one kind word to impart.
For she left me here to moan,
Gold set her fragile thought astray;
But, came she in her shift along,
I'd take her to my heart today.
How lightly on her spirit lies
The love that crushes my poor heart!
And, ah, she mocks my miseries
How far are she and I apart!”
― Ireland's Love Poems
I and the lady of my heart;
I yearn in love; she passes by
Too proud one kind word to impart.
For she left me here to moan,
Gold set her fragile thought astray;
But, came she in her shift along,
I'd take her to my heart today.
How lightly on her spirit lies
The love that crushes my poor heart!
And, ah, she mocks my miseries
How far are she and I apart!”
― Ireland's Love Poems