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fir_bolg: niamh (1906) by seaghán mac cathmhaoil
illustration from 'songs from the four winds of eirinn', an anthology of songs written by ethna carbery, music set by charlotte milligan fox
_jenherron: I’m running some Irish ghost story writing workshops over Halloween, both locally and online. This is the online class if anyone is interested. We’ll be looking at Ethna Carbery’s ‘The Wee Grey Woman’ for inspiration.
AnChartlann: "...can steer her thither before the winds that are now astir, though they should grow and blow with a hurricane’s strength."
thespookywomen: Listen to "The Wee Grey Woman by Ethna Carbery" by The Spooky Women Podcast. ⚓
CloFiann: Illustrations of the leaders of the United Irishmen taken from the Shan Van Vocht journal, published from 1896 to 1899 in Belfast by the poets Alice Milligan and Ethna Carbery.
IsMise_Dixie: There is sorrow for me in the North, where the black wind blows,
(Hush, O Wind of the dirges, O Voice of the restless dead!)
The ache of its cruel keening thro' my heart like an arrow goes,
I see in the tossing waters the sheen of a dear bright head.
- Ethna Carbery
RealPMurphy: Ethna Carbery - died on this day 120 years ago.
Keely_lad: On this day 120 years ago, Ethna Carbery died. Born in Ballymena, Co Antrim the daughter of a prominent Fenian. She is best known for her famous ballad ‘Rody McCorley’.
Seanaid1: "They are going, going, going and we cannot bid them stay: Their fields are now the stranger's,where the stranger's cattle stray,"
(Ethna Carbery, 1864-1902)
Quoted on two different occasions (1957 and 1963) by JFK.
mytholder: 29. THE WEE GREY WOMAN, Ethna Carbery. On reading the title, I feared it was going to be another twee fairy story. Instead, it’s a not-bad little ghost story.
Webwight: Woman of the day: Ethna Carbery (1864–1902) born Anna Johnston. Irish journalist, poet and songwriter
ITMADublin: A very timely reminder about Ethna Carbery (1866—1902) whose short life & work are featured in 'Art and Song in the Gaelic Revival: Seaghán Mac Cathmhaoil & Ethna Carbery.' Take time to view the exquisite publications 'Songs from the Four Winds of Eirinn'
brigitdedanaan: "But I move without in an endless fret,
While somewhere beyond earth's brink, afar,
Forgotten of men, in a rose-rim set,
I-Breasil shines like a beckoning star."
Ethna Carbery
FOSFCanada: "A political and cultural activist, Ethna Carbery left much work behind her when she died young, including this famous ballad recorded by The Dubliners and The Pogues." - profile of activist Ethna Carbery.
galla_go: Ethna Carbery – The Ballad of Roddy McCorley
galla_go: Ethna Carbery – The Ballad of Roddy McCorley
JohnnyR48951492: The Antrim woman who gave us the Ballad of Roddy McCorley
mickthetaig: Love abit of Ethna Carbery
AnChartlann: The front page of the January 8, 1897 edition of the Belfast-based nationalist newspaper Shan Van Vocht (written by Alice Milligan and Ethna Carbery) featuring art of John O'Mahony, a Fenian veteran of 1867.
Seanofthesouth: "Ethna Carbery and the disappearance of many Northern cultural figures from the literary history of Ireland – The Treason Felony Blog"
IrishWomenin: Ethna Carbery (Anna Bella Johnston), was born in Co Antrim & grew up with a passion for writing & a devotion to nationalism. Ethna's work has been recorded by The Dubliners & the Pogues. She died in 1902 aged just 37.
MargaretWard1: Ethna Carbery & Alice Milligan (born in Omagh, educated at Methodist College Belfast) edited the journal Shan Van Vocht. Amongst distinguished contributors to its pages was James Connolly, whose first writings they published. Two of north’s trail blazing women. Read SVV online
MelanieJaxn: I was bound for the milking with a heart fair and free—
My grief! my grief! that bitter hour drained the life from me;
I thought him human lover, though his lips on mine were cold,
And the breath of death blew keen on me within his hold.
-Ethna Carbery
theodoragoss: FYI Medusa's Daughters, my collection of women writing at the fin-de-siecle, is on Kindle for $4.99. :)
TheFlyingColum1: A favourite poem, 'The Passing of the Gael' by Ethna Carbery
MelanieJaxn: I was bound for the milking with a heart fair and free—
My grief! my grief! that bitter hour drained the life from me;
I thought him human lover, though his lips on mine were cold,
And the breath of death blew keen on me within his hold.
-Ethna Carbery
DanMulhall: The brown wind of Connaught
Across the bogland blown,
Turns my heart to stone;
For it cries my name at twilight ..
Ethna Carbery 1866-1902
Baphomafyew: ("one eye on the wind"): Ethna Carbery
