And to add the complex icing to the complicated cake, Yeats was Anglo-Irish, from a family that had come over as part of William of Orange's forces during the 17th century Williamite vs. Jacobite war.
(Technicality trivia - he was born in Sandymount, which wasn't part of Dublin until the 1930s)
Eh, that's probably pushing the technicalities too far. Sandymount was part of a a separate administrative region until the 30s (in much the same way that, say, SDCC is today), but for practical purposes it was part of Dublin, and it was contiguous with Dublin; I'm pretty sure even in the mid to late 19th century you could walk from the city centre to Sandymount without leaving the urban area.
Haha true. And AFAIK, pretty much everyone in Éire/Airlann has a bit of Viking in them, those buggers were very happy to mix it with the locals.
Which, funnily enough, kinda mirrors how the Irish diaspora tended to interact with indigenous cultures they encountered. They were far more likely to get along with and settle down with locals than the English, who looked down on at that sort of thing.
A friend's Great-Great-Great-Grandad was one such, came out to NZ as a sealer, fell in love with a local wahine, ended up living on an island the local chief had designated for Europeans married to Māori. [0]
And a Māori tribe in the North Island is known for the tendency for the occasional child to be born red headed / blue eyed, thanks again to open-minded local ladies, and open-minded visiting Irishmen.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity
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