W B Yeats

1. Meditations in Time of Civil War W B Yeats

3. Ireland has for centuries been divided along religious lines • Protestants and Catholics • Protestants have usually been in favour of a union with Britain • Catholics usually support independence

4. During the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries • Protestants have been aligned with Britain and since Britain ruled Ireland for centuries Protestants, although in the minority, were given power • Protestants controlled the parliament in Dublin and maintained enormous economic and political power

5. Not all Protestants had so much power • The ones who did became part of a group known as the Protestant ASCENDANCY

6. One way of demonstrating their power was to build huge houses on estates in the countryside (these became known as the Big Houses)

7. The Big Houses (Yeats refers to them as Ancestral Houses since they sometimes went back hundreds of years) became the focus of much resentment from the Catholics or poorer member of society

8. Yeats was from a Protestant family but by the time he lived (1865–1939) the power of the Ascendancy had diminished and when he was writing this poem, Irish people had foght a war of independence against the British and were in the middle of a civil war to determine its future

9. Yeats lamented the passing of the power of the Ascendancy but was also a nationalist so he wanted independence for Ireland. He went on to be a Senator in the Irish Parliament.

10. Meditation in Time of Civil War was written in the summer of 1922. Yeats was living in a Tower in Galway.

12. After the war of Independence a new war was fought over whether to accept a treaty with Britain giving some degree of independence. This is the civil war of the poem’s title. • Yeats supported the Treaty

14. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,Amid the rustle of his planted hills,Life overflows without ambitious pains;And rains down life until the basin spills,And mounts more dizzy high the more it rainsAs though to choose whatever shape it willsAnd never stoop to a mechanicalOr servile shape, at others' beck and call.

15. Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,Amid the rustle of his planted hills,Life overflows without ambitious pains;And rains down life until the basin spills,And mounts more dizzy high the more it rainsAs though to choose whatever shape it willsAnd never stoop to a mechanicalOr servile shape, at others' beck and call.

16. Mere dreams, mere dreams! Yet Homer had not SungHad he not found it certain beyond dreamsThat out of life's own self-delight had sprungThe abounding glittering jet; though now it seemsAs if some marvellous empty sea-shell flungOut of the obscure dark of the rich streams,And not a fountain, were the symbol whichShadows the inherited glory of the rich.

17. Mere dreams, mere dreams! Yet Homer had not SungHad he not found it certain beyond dreamsThat out of life's own self-delight had sprungThe abounding glittering jet; though now it seemsAs if some marvellous empty sea-shell flungOut of the obscure dark of the rich streams,And not a fountain, were the symbol whichShadows the inherited glory of the rich.

18. Some violent bitter man, some powerful manCalled architect and artist in, that they,Bitter and violent men, might rear in stoneThe sweetness that all longed for night and day,The gentleness none there had ever known;But when the master's buried mice can play.And maybe the great-grandson of that house,For all its bronze and marble, 's but a mouse.

19. Some violent bitter man, some powerful manCalled architect and artist in, that they,Bitter and violent men, might rear in stoneThe sweetness that all longed for night and day,The gentleness none there had ever known;But when the master's buried mice can play.And maybe the great-grandson of that house,For all its bronze and marble, 's but a mouse.

20. O what if gardens where the peacock straysWith delicate feet upon old terraces,Or else all Juno from an urn displaysBefore the indifferent garden deities;O what if levelled lawns and gravelled waysWhere slippered Contemplation finds his easeAnd Childhood a delight for every sense,But take our greatness with our violence?

21. O what if gardens where the peacock straysWith delicate feet upon old terraces,Or else all Juno from an urn displaysBefore the indifferent garden deities;O what if levelled lawns and gravelled waysWhere slippered Contemplation finds his easeAnd Childhood a delight for every sense,But take our greatness with our violence?

22. What if the glory of escutcheoned doors,And buildings that a haughtier age designed,The pacing to and fro on polished floorsAmid great chambers and long galleries, linedWith famous portraits of our ancestors;What if those things the greatest of mankindConsider most to magnify, or to bless,But take our greatness with our bitterness?

23. What if the glory of escutcheoned doors,And buildings that a haughtier age designed,The pacing to and fro on polished floorsAmid great chambers and long galleries, linedWith famous portraits of our ancestors;What if those things the greatest of mankindConsider most to magnify, or to bless,But take our greatness with our bitterness?

25. How might the house represent : • The past • Culture • Escape