Once    seemed to me t a ventional descriptive passage encumbered tion at t of crisis. I liked tter to t is, for all ty of its end, its mood of Greek tragedy, too passive in suffering; and ed from Mattrodu to Empedocles ona, Synge ans is a curious t "to t; succeeds    not ;t; o to great popularity in Dublin, partly because actical instinct of an Irisratainst tre, ed it for applause. It is noo t like to deny altoget uand. Yet I am certain t, in tesque plays y, t laugern orld most of all, en of timacy ry    t sayings in tame indeed pared    any little tage of Geesala, or Carraroe, or Dingle Bay.

        It is tra, t beautiful expression in drama of t Irisasy, ure t    of Ireland itself (pare tastic Iris of ttle of tarf ) is ter of Irised in miscravagance, like t of ts curse upon    I e, t is ing for my soul, t are ing for my body, my g for my     in t took out of aerness old me tale on    killed ill    ao America. Despite ty of     trinity College brang , or as tainly do s are telling    a time took to tain Dublin papers    to an imaginary loyalty, so possessed by iritasy, t one all but looked to find some featones. Part of t of ebody ake t floomy ear. e are mog at y, let us t ill, and t. ions ? Our minds, being suffit to t    are tent to elaborate our extravagance, if fortune aid, into    or lyric beauty, and as for t ts    to the rising moon.

        t of t celebrated makers of edy to our time, and if it ill in tion of t is but because t been able to turn out of trick of zeal picked up in struggling yout, in Synges plays also, fantasy gives t t, for t art, an over?poain virtues, and our capacity for s vision is t. Great art c first by its ess or its strangeness, by    it is from ties it y, as t    and er ser does ure, reversed in a looking?glass t , not as it seems to eyes     as    m; and range as tay rangeness, not strao    made us sy t makes us share his feeling.

        to speak of oions    fear or moral ambition, to e out from uet to be utterly oneself, t is all tal in trates in t a trute in abstract ecstasy, and touc is tory, its suspension in a beautiful or terrible ligo a t, a, because all its days    Day, judged already. It may saly as Dante did, reek myts, or Kerry and Gal ever after I s all    I kno o da Pistoia t Dante unjust, t Keats kry men and    me; t I o my being, not my knowledge.
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