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  1. A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent. In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument. Until her voice grew shrill. What voice more sweet than hers. When, young and beautiful, She rode to harriers? This man had kept a school. And rode our wingèd horse; This other his helper and friend. Was coming into his force;

  2. The oxymoronic refrain of the poem, “a terrible beauty is born,” entered the language as Shakespeare’s “to be or not to be” or Pope’s “fools rush in where angels fear to tread” did. In “Easter, 1916,” focused so closely on an unsuccessful struggle in Ireland’s fight for independence, Yeats had timeless and universal things ...

  3. The stanza ends with the refrain that will mark all the stanzas of the poem, the oxymoron: “a terrible beauty is born.” Terrible and beauty are opposite sentiments and speak to the concept of the “sublime” in which horror and beauty can exist simultaneously. It is usually experienced from afar.

  4. I write it out in a verse— MacDonagh and MacBride And Connolly and Pearse Now and in time to be, Wherever green is worn, Are changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

  5. en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Easter,_1916Easter, 1916 - Wikipedia

    Easter, 1916 is a poem by W. B. Yeats describing the poet's torn emotions regarding the events of the Easter Rising staged in Ireland against British rule on Easter Monday, April 24, 1916. The uprising was unsuccessful, and most of the Irish republican leaders involved were executed.

  6. Apr 23, 2018 · The repeated line, ‘A terrible beauty is born’, which may have been inspired by Ford Madox Ford’s 1915 poem ‘Antwerp’, presents us with an oxymoron that almost calls up the Sublime, and that mixture of awe and terror which so arrested and captivated the Romantics. What will the events of the Easter Rising mean for the future of Ireland?

  7. A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent. In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument. Until her voice grew shrill. What voice more sweet than hers. When, young and beautiful, She rode to harriers? This man had kept a school. And rode our winged horse; This other his helper and friend. Was coming into his force;