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Works Featured in 'The Municipal Gallery Revisited' by WB Yeats

'The Municipal Gallery Revisited' (1937) by W.B. Yeats

(The Municipal Gallery of Modern Art was the original name of Hugh Lane Gallery)

I

Around me the images of thirty years;

An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side;

Casement upon trial, half hidden by the bars,

Guarded; Griffith staring in hysterical pride;

Kevin O’Higgins’ countenance that wears

A gentle questioning look that cannot hide

A soul incapable of remorse or rest;

A revolutionary soldier kneeling to be blessed.

II

An Abbot or Archbishop with an upraised hand

Blessing the Tricolour. ‘This is not,’ I say,

‘The dead Ireland of my youth, but an Ireland

The poets have imagined, terrible and gay.’

Before a woman’s portrait suddenly I stand;

Beautiful and gentle in her Venetian way.

I met her all but fifty years ago

For twenty minutes in some studio.

III

Heart smitten with emotion I sink down,

My heart recovering with covered eyes;

Wherever I had looked I had looked upon

My permanent or impermanent images;

Augusta Gregory’s son; her sister’s son,

Hugh Lane, ‘onlie begetter’ of all these;

Hazel Lavery living and dying, that tale

As though some ballad singer had sung it all.

IV

Mancini’s portrait of Augusta Gregory,

‘Greatest since Rembrandt,’ according to John Synge;

A great ebullient portrait certainly;

But where is the brush that could show anything

Of all that pride and that humility,

And I am in despair that time may bring

Approved patterns of women or of men

But not that selfsame excellence again.

V

My mediaeval knees lack health until they bend,

But in that woman, in that household where

Honour had lived so long, all lacking found.

Childless I thought, ‘My children may find here

Deep-rooted things,’ but never foresaw its end,

And now that end has come I have not wept;

No fox can foul the lair the badger swept.

VI

(An image out of Spenser and the common tongue.)

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought

All that we did, all that we said or sang

Must come from contact with the soil, from that

Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.

We three alone in modern times had brought

Everything down to that sole test again,

Dream of the noble and the beggarman.

VII

And here’s John Synge himself, that rooted man

‘Forgetting human words,’ a grave deep face.

You that would judge me do not judge alone

This book or that, come to this hallowed place

Where my friends’ portraits hang and look thereon;

Ireland’s history in their lineaments trace;

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends

And say my glory was I had such friends.

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W. B. Yeats
Sarah Henrietta Purser
c. 1904
Men of the West
Seán Keating
1915
St. Patrick's Purgatory
Sir John Lavery
1930
Arthur Griffith
Sir John Lavery
1921
Kevin O'Higgins
Sir John Lavery
1923
The Blessing of the Colours
Sir John Lavery
1922
The Lady with the Green Fan (Portrait of Mrs Hacon)
Charles Haslewood Shannon
c. 1895 - 1904
Robert Gregory
Charles Haslewood Shannon
1906
Portrait of Sir Hugh Lane
John Singer Sargent
1906
Mrs Lavery Sketching
Sir John Lavery
1910