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![]() Email: info@searcs-web.com Searc's Web Guide to 20th Century Ireland - Joseph Campbell (1879-1944) Joseph Campbell was born and educated in Belfast where he worked for the Ulster Literary Theatre and as a collector of County Antrim folk songs. In 1904 he, together with his brother Seagan, published Songs of Uladh, followed by a dramatic legend The Little Cowherd of Slainge. Campbell published his first poetry collection The Garden of the Bees in 1905 before emigrating to London where he became Secretary of the Irish National Literary Society. In 1907 Campbell published The Manchild, the first of several volumes of poetry and song published in London, including his best known volume The Mountainy Singer (1909). Campbell returned to Ireland in 1910. He supported the republicans in the Easter Rising of 1916 and during the War of Independence and was elected a Sinn Féin Councillor in 1921. Campbell was interned by the Free State in the Curragh and in Mountjoy Gaol and was released at the end of 1922. Campbell worked covertly for Sinn Féin until March, 1925 when he emigrated to America. In New York Campbell lectured at Fordham University where he founded the School of Irish Studies before retiring to Ireland in 1935. Joseph Campbell died in 1944 and in 1963 The Poems of Joseph Campbell were published posthumously with an Introduction by Austin Clarke. Campbell's poem The Poet Loosed A Wingéd Song was first published in 1907.© |
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The poet loosed a wingéd song Against the hulk of England's wrong. Were poisoned words at his command, 'Twould not avail for Ireland. The soldier lifted up a sword, And on the hills in battle poured His life-blood like an ebbing sea - And still we pine for Liberty. The friar spoke his bitter hope, And danced upon the gallows rope, Were he to dance that dance again A hundred times 'twould be in vain. Christ save us! Only thou canst save! The nation staggers to the grave. Can genius, valour, faith be given And win no recompense from heaven? No, Christ! By Ireland's martyrs, no! 'Twas not for this we suffered so. Die, die again on Calvary tree, If needs be, Christ, to set us free. © Searc's Web Guide 1997-2008 |
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