Hm. I could have sworn he was born in Dublin and lived there off and on over the course of his life, although he certainly lived in other places.

Ah, I know Cavan's not on the way, but Killashandra's not too far from Mullingar, and that's on the road to Dublin. If only a flat tire had forced a stop along the way, then he might have found the prettiest place in all Ireland.

Yep, not biased one bit.

Now, since you're not discoursing on Irish, why not discourse a bit on Yeats? Have a go at your favorite poems? Besides "The Second Coming". I've always liked the "Wild Swans at Coole".