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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2018 11:57:45 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had this thought a while ago,<br />
&#8216;My darling cannot understand<br />
What I have done, or what would do<br />
In this blind bitter land.&#8217;</p>
<p>And I grew weary of the sun<br />
Until my thoughts cleared up again,<br />
Remembering that [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2018 17:55:56 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.<br />
I have gone about the house, gone up and down<br />
As a man does who has published a new book,<br />
Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,<br />
And though I have [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 18:05:28 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He. Never until this night have I been stirred.<br />
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection<br />
On the dark stream,<br />
Till all the eddies gleam;<br />
And thereupon there comes that scream<br />
From terrified, invisible beast [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 18:00:54 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I turn round<br />
Like a dumb beast in a show.<br />
Neither know what I am<br />
Nor where I go,<br />
My language beaten<br />
Into one name;<br />
I am in love<br />
And that is my shame.<br />
What hurts the soul<br />
My soul adores,<br />
No better than a [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 17:46:03 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once more the storm is howling, and half hid<br />
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid<br />
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle<br />
But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill<br />
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling w [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2018 18:17:01 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I. First Love</p>
<p>Though nurtured like the sailing moon<br />
In beauty&#8217;s murderous brood,<br />
She walked awhile and blushed awhile<br />
And on my pathway stood<br />
Until I thought her body bore<br />
A heart of flesh and [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2018 17:55:46 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I<br />
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;<br />
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;<br />
The children learn to cipher and to sing,<br />
To study reading-books and history,<br />
To cut and sew, be neat in [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 18:43:41 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>May God be praised for woman<br />
That gives up all her mind,<br />
A man may find in no man<br />
A friendship of her kind<br />
That covers all he has brought<br />
As with her flesh and bone,<br />
Nor quarrels with a thought<br />
Because it [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 18:33:28 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is grey in your hair.<br />
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath<br />
When you are passing;<br />
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing<br />
Because it was your prayer<br />
Recovered him upon the bed of [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 18:25:16 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Others because you did not keep<br />
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;<br />
Yet always when I look death in the face,<br />
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,<br />
Or when I grow excited with wine,<br />
Suddenly I [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 18:22:22 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is a queen in China, or maybe it&#8217;s in Spain,<br />
And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard<br />
Of her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with no stain,<br />
That she might be that sprightly girl trodden by [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 18:09:00 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One that is ever kind said yesterday:<br />
‘Your well-belovèd&#8217;s hair has threads of grey,<br />
And little shadows come about her eyes;<br />
Time can but make it easier to be wise<br />
Though now it seems impossible, and so [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 17:56:13 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never give all the heart, for love<br />
Will hardly seem worth thinking of<br />
To passionate women if it seem<br />
Certain, and they never dream<br />
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;<br />
For everything that’s lovely is<br />
But a b [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 17:54:11 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some may have blamed you that you took away<br />
The verses that could move them on the day<br />
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind<br />
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find<br />
Nothing to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 17:52:45 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why should I blame her that she filled my days<br />
With misery, or that she would of late<br />
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,<br />
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,<br />
Had they but courage equal to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 17:50:08 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We sat together at one summer’s end,<br />
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,<br />
And you and I, and talked of poetry.<br />
I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe;<br />
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thoug [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2018 17:45:10 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeats&#8217; relationship with maud<br />
With the beginning of their spiritual union, Yeats and Gonne shared more of the mystical side of themselves than ever before. They discussed dreams, projections of personality, and [&hellip;] <img loading="lazy" src="http://gonneyeats.sunygeneseoenglish.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/29/2018/12/maud-3-242x300.jpg" /></p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan posted a new page, on the site Maud Gonne in Yeats</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 18:12:36 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young<br />
And weep because I know all things now:<br />
I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung<br />
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough<br />
Among my leaves in times out of mind:<br />
I [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 18:07:16 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,<br />
I had a beautiful friend<br />
And dreamed that the old despair<br />
Would end in love in the end:<br />
She looked in my heart one day<br />
And saw your image was there;<br />
She has gone weeping away</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 18:04:33 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I bring you with reverent hands<br />
The books of my numberless dreams,<br />
White woman that passion has worn<br />
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,<br />
And with heart more old than the horn<br />
That is brimmed from the pale [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 17:56:27 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Had I the heavens&#8217; embroidered cloths,<br />
Enwrought with golden and silver light,<br />
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths<br />
Of night and light and the half-light,<br />
I would spread the cloths under your feet:<br />
But I, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 17:50:54 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;What have I earned for all that work,&#8217; I said,<br />
&#8216;For all that I have done at my own charge?<br />
The daily spite of this unmannerly town,<br />
Where who has served the most is most defamed,<br />
The reputation of his [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2018 17:42:26 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!<br />
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled<br />
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,<br />
And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;<br />
While hushed from fear, or lou [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan wrote a new blog post Thoreau: Lover or Hater in the group Digital Humanities</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 14:14:49 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Over the course of reading Walden, it becomes very easy to see Thoreau as a man preoccupied with what he dislikes. It&#8217;s easy to point out his objections to modern living, to excess, too many other things he finds [&hellip;] <img loading="lazy" src="//voyant-tools.org/tool/CollocatesGraph/?mode=corpus&amp;corpus=6188d6bef558dae591857523cb7f261f" /></p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan wrote a new blog post Reduce, Revise, and Recycle in the group Digital Humanities</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2018 03:13:41 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Revision is something I struggle with. I find I have vastly different approaches to revision depending on the type of writing I&#8217;m doing, as well as vastly different areas of success.</p>
<p>Part of my problem with the [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan edited the blog post Just My Thoughts in the group Digital Humanities</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2018 15:46:40 -0500</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid, I despised the idea of writing in books. I had a strong sense of the value of a physical book and thought that writing in them desecrated their intended purpose. I never thought about what valuable things you could put in the blank space in a novel because my experience stemmed from whatever mess elementary school kids added to&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-9594"><a href="https://sunygeneseoenglish.org/activity/p/9594/" rel="nofollow ugc">[Read more]</a></span></p>
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				<title>Nicole Callahan joined the group Digital Humanities</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 14:48:39 -0500</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Nicole Callahan became a registered member</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 14:47:25 -0500</pubDate>

				
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