On a brief history of Ireland and a misunderstanding of Yeats

The brief history of Ireland reassured my vague understanding of irish history. They had it good and they had it bad and it was mostly bad. What is most apparent is the suffering. In other words, the suffering is most interesting. Suffering is a chief inspiration. And though the irish people were robbed of their land, their language, their religion, their vote, their food, and their happiness, they never lost spirit or inspiration. They live with a 'sticks and stones' mentality. That is, the irish are empowered by the history of their suffering. Reading Yeats confesses something like this. His words, just by reading them, evoke a ritualism. his poems create an aura of sacrifice, and the sublime qualities of blood, coldness and stormy seas. Just reading them is a struggle. I feel physical and mental strain, as if i had gone days without food and had become numb to pain while still being aware of its presence. His work casts the shadow of suffering. There is nothing profane about it. And he upholds the history of the irish struggle in a most sacred light. There is no snobbery though there is pride. There is mostly spirituality and totemic appreciation. Though i am not familiar with what he references and though most of the time i cannot follow, i pick up on the sincerity of his expression. and that he has something to express.