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The Player Queen
Author: William Butler Yeats
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Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet
Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 535 words
Publication
CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College, Cork
College Road, Cork, Irelandhttp://www.ucc.ie/celt (2012) Distributed by CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland.
Text ID Number: E910001-017
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The works by W. B. Yeats are in the public domain. This electronic text is available with prior consent of the CELT programme for purposes of private or academic research and teaching.
Sources
Bibliography- A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html
The edition used in the digital edition- William Butler Yeats The Player Queen in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 5960
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CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts
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The whole selection.
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Text has been proof-read twice.
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The electronic text represents the edited text. Lines (or parts of them) reproduced in italics in the printed edition are tagged hi rend="ital".
Hyphenation
The editorial practice of the hard-copy editor has been retained.
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div0 =the poem, stanzas are marked lg.
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Names of persons (given names), and places are not tagged. Terms for cultural and social roles are not tagged.
Profile Description
Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
Date range: before 1916.
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Revision History
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-017
The Player Queen: Author: William Butler Yeats
p.59
- (Song from an Unfinished Play)
- MY mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.
- 'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When I was brought to bed,'
And all the while her needle pulled
The gold and silver thread.
- She pulled the thread and bit the thread
And made a golden gown,
And wept because she had dreamt that I
Was born to wear a crown.
p.60
- 'When she was got,' my mother sang,
'I heard a sea-mew cry,
And saw a flake of the yellow foam
That dropped upon my thigh.'
- How therefore could she help but braid
The gold into my hair,
And dream that I should carry
The golden top of care?