“Out of Ireland have we come.
Great hatred, little room,
Maimed us at the start.
I carry from my mother's womb
A fanatic heart.”

— W.B. Yeats

Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

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Irish poet and playwright 1865–1939

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