Fallen Majesty
William Butler Yeats * Track #23 On Responsibilities (1914)–
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Album Responsibilities (1914)–
- #1The Grey Rock
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- #2The Two Kings
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- #3To a Wealthy Man who promised a second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery if it proved the People wanted Pictures
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- #4September 1913
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- #5To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing
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- #6Paudeen
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- #7To a Shade
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- #8When Helen Lived
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- #9The Attack on ’The Playboy of the Western World,’—1907
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- #10The Three Beggars
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- #11The Three Hermits
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- #12The Well and the Tree
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- #13Running to Paradise
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- #14The Hour before Dawn
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- #15A Song from ‘The Player Queen’
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- #16The Realists
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- #17I The Witch
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- #18II The Peacock
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- #19The Mountain Tomb
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- #20To a Child dancing in the Wind
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- #21Two Year Later
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- #22A Memory of Youth
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- #23Fallen Majesty
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- #24Friends
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- #25Upon A Dying Lady
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- #26The Cold Heaven
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- #27That the Night come
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- #28An Appointment
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- #29The Dolls
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- #30A Coat
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- #31Closing Rhymes
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Fallen Majesty by William Butler Yeats
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William Butler YeatsAbout
Maud again, Maud always. Maud Gonne was the fixation, muse, furnace, and many other metaphors besides, of Yeats' life. As he famously said, the night he met her, “the troubling of my life began.”
Gonne herself was an incendiary figure, passionate about preserving Irish independence and culture. Yea...
Fallen Majesty Annotated
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping place,
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.
The lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,
These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd
Will gather, and not know it walks the very street
Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud.