In this video I have illustrated this beautiful folk song sung by Donovan. The wonderful lyrics is written by WB Yeats. The song is to be found on HMS Donovan from 1971. And yes, the girl is Marianne Faithfull. It was hard to find a picture of a girl that fitted the song..
Christy Moore sings William Butler Yeats' Song of Wandering Aengus I went down to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, I cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream, And hooked a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, When something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name; It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded in the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands. I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and hold her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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Less frequently called "The Song of Wandering Aengus", omitting "the" which seems to be wrong but I don't see that it matters much. This was one the the first poems I uploaded and I was then still fooling around trying to find a good sound format and getting it wrong, indistinct and muffled. So here it is again. I hope it's better. This is an ideal poem if you want to practice reading poetry. It's deceptively simple and shows flaws well. You can hear other people, who habitually read poetry, recite it here: librivox.org Poetry is more like music than speech. Some people are poem-deaf, which is like tone-deaf, they don't know how it should sound. They don't have the internal voice which recites poetry to them. If they read a poem aloud they ignore metre and rhyme and emphasise the wrong words, as if reading assembly instructions to dimwits. Worse still, they're convinced they're reading well. They're like the oddballs they put through on America's Got Talent for a laugh who are so astonished and angry when they get rejected. Read with stresses according to the metre - which is like saying, "sing the tune" but it's surprising how many don't. Is it iambic? trochaic? where do the stresses fall? Don't let the rhymes take you by surprise. It's a mistake to sacrifice the metre of the line in order to make the point: if it were a song you wouldn't stop singing to shout the punchline, would you? Don't leave unnecessary gaps. If you do it will sound like an itinerary or a recipe <b>...</b>
This wonderful poem by William Butler Yeats, the bard of County Sligo, has haunted me for years. Finally, after hearing several other musical settings for it, I decided that, for me, none of them really captured its essence. So I wrote this music. I hope you enjoy it. It's from the CD "Songs from the 3rd Octave" by Larry Siegel, available from Cliff Hanger Records at www.larrysiegel.com or online from iTunes, Amazon, etc.
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I went out to the hazel wood Because a fire was in my head And I cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry with a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped a berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame But something rustled on the door And someone called me by by name. It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has goner And kiss her lips and take her hands And walk among long dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun *Art by Jill Mattson
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David Gray performing Live at The Bitter End for Radio Sophie, 103.7, in San Diego on August 11, 2009.
Beautiful poem by Yeats, turned into this wonderful song. Very sorry to have missed the first line. Still, it was too lovely not to share. Caroline's website is www.carolineherring.com
This is a rare version of this classic poem, from the 1974 Richie Havens album "Mixed Bag II". Poem written by WB Yeats, sometimes known as "The Song of the Wandering Aengus". Apologies for the lack of visuals.
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The Song of Wandering Aengus. The magical, lyric poem by William Butler Yeats. I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. www.fredthread.net
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A very tired Sinn Féin's TD, Aengus Ó Snodaigh, awaiting and receiving declaration of re-election at 6.25am on Sunday morning - 21 and a half hours after counting started in the RDS in Dublin.
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This video is dedicated to Mark (gerdenshed) for his support and help. Thanks a million :-) It's a poem by William Butler Yeats put to music by Christy Moore: I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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This song is from a poem by the Irish poet, WB Yeats. It has been covered by Christy Moore, Donovan and Judy Collins amongst others. The poem is absulutely beautiful and it is a pleasure to sing these words :- I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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WB Yeats Poem "THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS" with Bob Dylan music "Tangled Up In Blue" Vocal & Guitar Brian Siddhartha Ingle I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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Dublin South Central Sinn Féin held their candidate selection convention for the upcoming election on Thursday, 9th November, 2010 in Ballyfermot Civic Centre. Local TD Aengus Ó Snodaigh was selected again at the candidate for Sinn Féin in the area.
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Aengus Finnan performing at The Music Market Cafe in Napanee, ON on August 1, 2009.
Aengus at 23 months of age doing hold and bark training as well as a drag escape bite and side transport. Aengus is from Caliente Canines Working Dobermann kennel. Dam of this litter, Aine O`Ryan, is seven consecutive times SchH 3, VPG 3, IPO 3 under DVG, SchH USA, and AWDF. Aine is HOT and has many High in protection, high tracking, and high in trial wins. She has OFA "Good" hips; T-4 thyroid normal 2009. Sire is: Arkan Kazimir Von Rubenhof "Kaz" PSA1 (2 times HIT) (HOT), FR Brevet, PSA PDC, CGC OFA Hips Good, OFA Heart Registry EKG clear/normal, Heart normal (24-hour holter; June 2007; 0 VPCs), vWD Clear, CERF (2005), MSU Thyroid Normal (2005).
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This is part one of the interview between 121 Marketing (Karina Heavey) and Aengus King, Senior Brand Manager of Powerade and Sprite at Coca Cola Ireland. In this episode Aengus talks about his career to date. He has worked for organisations such as Bacardi-Martini Ltd, L'Oréal UK, Diageo Ireland and Coca-Cola Ireland. Check out the recent campaigns that he has worked on: www.bebo.com and www.nevergiveup.ie
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Aengus Ó Snodaigh and Mary Lou McDonald arriving at the count centre in Dublin's RDS.
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Mike Scott and other talented musicians doing one of the songs off the great new Waterboys release "An Appointment With Mr. Yeats"...a must buy disc!
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