meaning of devices used in the lake isleof innisfree by yeats william butler?
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The Lake Isle of Inisfree\n\nRelevant background | Summary | Themes | Tones\nImagery | Sound Effects
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http://theshadowlands.net/places/\nI'm not sure if this will help,but Indiana has a huge list, so I'm sure you don't find anything about the lake itself, you could find something about the surrounding areas.
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"The Peace of Wild Things."  by Wendell Berry \n\nWhen despair grows in me\nand I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound\nin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,\nI go and lie down where the wood drake\nrests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.\nI come into the peace of wild things\nwho do not tax their lives with forethought\nof grief. I come into the presence of still water.\nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars\nwaiting for their light. For a time\nI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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Did you know about 'the Wild Geese'.   After the 1798 rebellion, the Crown exiled the high ranking people who took part on the Irish side.  There were several 'Earls' - including the Earl of Tir Connell and Eoin Rua O'Neill.  It was known as the 'Flight of the Earls'.  Many fought with distinction for Napoleon.  Look up on the Internet the Flight of the Earls and you will enjoy the escape from Dublin Castle etc.  As a full blown Irishman, I was always against the non-political aspect of trying to gain full Independance.  When one of the last large bombs exploded in Canaries Wharf in London, a victim was an Asian Newsagent.\nAs someone so wisely said 'What the hell had he ever done against Ireland'.  I am delighted the way things are going and the following may be of interest:\n\nThe Barley Shakes No  More.\n\nThe wind that shook the barley, is now calm and still,\nThe widowed mother  prays aloud that it forever will,\nIt took her son, her only one, on that cold Sunday morn,\nIn Derry town, that bloody day, when the ‘Troubles’ were reborn.\n\nWhere Irishmen killed Irishmen, for an ignoble cause, \nWith both sides causing mayhem, with just or unjust laws.\nThree hundred years and maybe more – is such a long, long time,\nTo ruin that lovely emerald isle, that you and I call mine.\n\n‘Another  policeman shot today’, the TV  newsman said,\n‘A nobleman and soldiers, were bombed and are now dead’,\nA further shooting, another bomb, another fearsome blast,\nAnother day, another year, I pray to God it’s  past.\n\nYou men of words and splendid deeds, and pastimes with the gun,\nBring renewed hope to each of us with every rising sun.\nThat peaceful isle, the welcome smile, that our forefathers knew,\nThe hopes and fears of honest men, now truly rest with you,\n\nThe wind that shakes the barley, I hope you’re no more seen,\nI pray to God, that it leaves Peace, in this fair land  so green.\nBut if someone, his silent gun, may cause that wind to blow,\nI’ll curse the name, the one to blame, who’ll reap what he did sow.\n\n                ----------------------------\n\nSorry for going on, but if you look up my profile, and send me your email address through it, I will be only too happy to send you more, if you are interested.  I have no ulterior motive.  Iam 65 and happily married.  God Bless.
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‘At the beginning of time, God was discussing the creation of the world with the Angel Gabriel. Leaning back in His golden throne, He told him of His plans for Scotland. \n“Gabriel,” said God “I am going to give Scotland towering mountains and magnificent glens resplendent with purple heather. Red deer will roam the countryside, golden eagles will circle in the skies, salmon will leap in the crystal clear rivers and lochs, and the surrounding areas will teem with fish. Agriculture will flourish and there will be a glorious coming together of water with barley to be known as whisky. Coal, oil and gas – all will be there. The Scots will be intelligent, innovative, industrious and …”\n\n“Wait a minute!” interrupted Gabriel. “Are you not being just a wee bit too generous to these Scots?”\n\nBut the Almighty replied, “Not really. I haven’t told you who their neighbours are going to be!”’
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The following website sound like what you are looking for.\n\nIt starts out:\n\nBackground \nThe Quaich (pronounced "quake", from the Gaelic word "cuach") has a rich heritage in Scotland - indeed, they are a uniquely Scottish invention, having no apparent connection to any other European drinking vessel. A traditional Scottish drinking vessel to offer a guest a cup of welcome and also as a farewell drink, usually a dram of whisky. Travellers were known to carry a quaich with them. \n\nOrigins \nThey were used for whisky and brandy but there was also larger quaichs which were used for ale. (The largest surviving examples having capacity of about 1.5 pints). \n\nIt is believed that one of their ancestors was the scallop shell, in which drams of whisky were taken in the Highlands and Islands. \n\nLike the shells, quaichs were always wide and shallow. The distinctive shape has been fixed now for possibly more than four hundred years. \n\n----\nAnd it goes on from there.
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Haven't found your medal, but the words "ne oublie" are the motto of the Scottish Clan Graham.  They mean "never forget".  Perhaps this helps?
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I think somewhere near Ireland.
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Middle English whirlen, probably from Old Norse hvirfla.\n\nA direct quote from this:
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Poem by W.H. Auden\n\nStop all the Clocks.\n\nStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\nLet aeroplanes...\n\nFor the rest visit...\nhttp://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/poetry/aude.html
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From the back of my memory, I think that's the symbol of the Isle of Man, in the English Channel.  I honestly don't know how I know that or where I saw it before.\n\nedit: can't believe it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_Of_Man\nAnd it's not the Channel, it's in the Irish Sea.
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I know that this is not what you were looking for but maybe it could help you with your essay?\nhttp://www.finchpark.com/arts/poems/poems.htm
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My clothing is still,\nwhen I traverse the earth, \nor leave a house,\nor stir up the seas.\nThis lofty air recedes me \nwith my trappings \nbeyond the heroes bend,\nthen widely, \nthe strength of the clouds\nhides me from folk.\nSounding loud and singing bright, \nthey sing of my armour, \nyet I nearby am not\nto water and earth\nto sailor's breath.\n\n \n\n\n\n\n(A note on transcription of pesky OE letters: The above poem is rendered as a jpeg in order to show the OE letters, thorn and eth. That option isn't feasible for the following essay and thus I have switched to using 'th' for both.)\n\n \n\nSome Observations\nA common answer given for this riddle is "Swan".(1) The symbolism in this riddle has some interesting connections with that of the Swan in Celtic cultures. (Don't mix up the Anglo-Saxons with the Celts. These are different peoples. But in some places, they lived in close proximity to each other leading to the possibility of cross-fertilization.)\n\nTo the Celts, the swan was related to music. In the above riddle there are several lines devoted to singing. The swan also commanded the three elements mentioned in the riddle: air (hea lyft, wolcna strengu), water (wado drefe, flode), and earth (hrusan trede, foldan). And the swan was also linked to travel between this world and the Otherworld. (2) The final word of the riddle, "gæst" means both "guest" and "spirit,soul,ghost." (3)\n\nA bit further afield than the Celts, in Serbian folklore, the swan was conected to the vile (sg. vila, remember them from the fourth Harry Potter book?).(4) The vile were woodland nymphs which seems a bit of a stretch, but one word in the poem might indicate a connection. "Hryste" is listed in Clark Hall as meaning either jewels or "hillock or wooded immenence."\n\nLL
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the poem or the phrase?  Please explain in more detail.
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The Wharf by the Docks by Florence Warden\n\nor\n\nBARROW, John. Navigatio Britannica: Or a Complete System of Navigation\n\n\nNot really sure
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THE WEST'S AWAKE\n\nThomas Osbourne Davis \n\nWhen all beside a vigil keep, \nThe West's asleep, the West's asleep -\nAlas! and well may Erin weep \nWhen Connacht lies in slumber deep.\nThere lake and plain smile fair and free, \n'Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.\nSing, Oh ! let man learn liberty \nFrom crashing wind and lashing sea.\n\nThat chainless wave and lovely land \nFreedom and nationhood demand;\nBe sure the great God never planned \nFor slumb'ring slaves a home so grand.\nAnd long a brave and haughty race \nHonoured and sentinelled the place.\nSing, Oh! not even their sons' disgrace \nCan quite destroy their glory's trace.\n\nFor often, in O'Connor's van, \nTo triumph dashed each Connacht clan.\nAnd fleet as deer the Normans ran \nThro' Corrsliabh* Pass and Ardrahan*;\nAnd later times saw deeds as brave, \nAnd glory guards Clanricard's grave, \nSing, Oh! they died their land to save \nAt Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave.\n\nAnd if, when all a vigil keep, \nThe West's asleep! the West's asleep!\nAlas! and well may Erin weep \nThat Connacht lies in s1umber deep.\nBut, hark! a voice like thunder spake, \nThe West's awake! the West's awake!\nSing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake, \nWe'll watch till death for Erin's sake!\n\n*vulgarly written Corlews and Ardrahan
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the edmund fitzgerald by gordon lightfoot\n\nhe is telling a story of the boat