#the stolen child

[rimeswithpurple]

Inktober Day 3 - Path

"Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand"

-"The Stolen Child" W.B. Yeats

#inktober #I've referenced this poem so much over the years #i don't think I'll ever be done with it #I've also never worked in this dark of a composition #it scares me to do it #but I'm so happy with the result #knitting #yarn #knitblr #the stolen child #wb yeats

[the4chambersofmystery]

#william butler yeats #wb yeats #the stolen child

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1923 – William Butler Yeats receives Nobel Prize in Literature.

Very early, in the first bloom of youth, William Butler Yeats emerged as a poet with an indisputable right to the name. The honour was conferred “for his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation.” ‘The Stolen Child’ (W.B. Yeats) Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons…

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#Co. Sligo #Dublin #Faery Child by Ann Dahlgren #History of Ireland #Ireland #Irish History #Literature #Nobel Prize #The Stolen Child #William Butler Yeats #Yeats County

[oryynalav]

PAEHLAN VOTFY'RA

Fiend Warlock. Sorcerer. Travelling Performer, and overall Travesty.

"There is a ship Its sails were like two hearts beating, and Its pace was like two wrists pulsing… To a compass that fell silent At the sound of song..." -- The Jane Austen Argument

#dnd #dnd oc #paehlan vot'fyra #paehlan #paehlan vixen #tiefling #warlock #fiend warlock #art #artwork #digital art #portrait #dnd campaign #beltaine #fire #THE STOLEN CHILD #dungeons and dungeons

[humbly-a-doppelganger]

The Kinship Chronicles pt1: The Stolen Child - Chapter index

Prologue: author unknown

Chapter 1: Benefits of secrecy

Chapter 2: The Haunting Dead

Chapter 3: Through the looking glass

Chapter 4: The Kinship

Chapter 5: Cease of innocence

Chapter 6: Host?

Chapter 7: Business of the Saz and other justifications for deceiving your parents

Chapter 8: The Whitakers

Chapter 9: The statue girl

Chapter 10: Moving in

Chapter 11: Everstill

Chapter 12: Introduction to Madeleine A. Woolaham

Chapter 13: Hunter Hao and other gruesome stuff

Chapter 14: Mr. Verninac and Mr. Terrell

Chapter 15: The nightdwellers

Chapter 16: Reunion

Chapter 17: Reluctant alliance

Chapter 18: Lucas Greerson and Day’s apparition

Chapter 19: Path to symbiosis

Chapter 20: Attempt at reassurance

Chapter 21: Roses bloom in wounds

Chapter 22: Are you Selvar Zandstra’s host?

Chapter 23: The Spawn

Chapter 24: Joint Forces

Chapter 25: Nightmares of the past

Chapter 26: Awkward eavesdropping

Chapter 27: Berserk

Chapter 28: Loss of trust

Chapter 29: Abstraction of one’s anima and other ridiculing training regimes

Chapter 30: My dearest Simone, you have saved me

Chapter 31: The Lover’s corpse

Chapter 32: My dearest Simone, you have killed me

Chapter 33: The beast in the castle

Chapter 34: The Stolen Child

Chapter 35: Edgy Bad Boy and other boring cliches

Chapter 36: Goodbye, Atalanta Everitt-Melton

Chapter 37: Genevieve

Epilogue: 1864

#the kinship chronicles #the stolen child #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writblr #female writers #original character #original story #original writing #queer writers

[the-october-country]

The Stolen Child, by W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

#poetry #w.b. yeats #the stolen child #fairies #faeries

[sea-sands]

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping      than you can understand.

William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child” (Crossways, 1889)

#william butler yeats #w. b. yeats #the stolen child #crossways #poetry #writing #1889 #1800s #people #faeries #irish guys

[appointmentwithmryeats]

#william butler yeats #wb yeats #the stolen child #irish poetry #poetry

[theslowmaxx]

With a fairy hand in hand… 🧚🏾

#art #illustration #artists on tumblr #fanart #artblr #cute #poetry #the stolen child #folklore #fairies

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Ophelie, Arthur Rimbaud//Water Lilies (circa 1906), Beatrix Potter//Advantages of Being Evergreen, Oliver Baez Bendorf//Monet//The stolen child, W.B. Yeats//Reiji Hiramatsu//Elaine Showalter, The Female Malady: Women, Madness, and English Culture, 1830–1980//Revenge of the sith (2005)

#water lilies #flowers #water #ophelia #web weaving #mine #quotes #words #poetry #claude monet #reiji hiramatsu #beatrix potter #padme #ophelie #arthur rimbaud #oliver baez bendorf #w.b. yeats #the stolen child #elaine showalter #🌿 #womanhood #madness #river #pond #lake #femininity #girlhood

[smalltownfae]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge 📚

January 11th, 2023: Chilly Night

Cold books for cold weather.

#jompbpc #justonemorepage #chilly night #tlhod #spinning silver #the stolen child #winter rose

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

by the way

if you love Coraline

if you love horror

if you love Blue Exorcist

if you love wild crossovers

if you love compelling writing

please consider:

It is horrifying, chilling, and so so so good.

I’ve never been so in love with horror and being terrified as I am with this story.

I have to read it with lights on, in sunlight, drinking something fruity, to stay calm enough to make it through.

This fic is an ode to Coraline and Japanese horror rolled into a story with Blue Exorcist characters.

#I want fanart for this story so bad #there’s no romance btw just to be completely clear in case someone sees their names and thinks thats what this is #it is pure horror #the stolen child #coraline #コラリン #blue exorcist #青の祓魔師 #coraline jones #rin okumura #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #fic rec

[the4chambersofmystery]

#wb yeats #william butler yeats #the stolen child

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1923 – William Butler Yeats receives Nobel Prize in Literature.

#OTD in 1923 – William Butler Yeats receives Nobel Prize in Literature.

Very early, in the first bloom of youth, William Butler Yeats emerged as a poet with an indisputable right to the name. The honour was conferred “for his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation.” ‘The Stolen Child’ (W.B. Yeats) Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons…

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#Co. Sligo #Dublin #Faery Child by Ann Dahlgren #History of Ireland #Ireland #Irish History #Literature #Nobel Prize #The Stolen Child #William Butler Yeats #Yeats County

[oryynalav]

"We all make choices. We all live with them."

Paehlan Votfy'ra

#paehlan votfy'ra #paehlan #paehlan vixen #dnd #dnd oc #dnd campaign #digital art #dungons and dragons #character #tiefling #tiefling warlock #warlock #dnd character #red hair tiefling #THE STOLEN CHILD #campaign

[jetztornever]

The Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

by William Butler Yeats (1889)

#The Stolen Child #W. B. Yeats #CLANN