The Glories of Ireland

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Joseph Dunn, Patrick Joseph Lennox
Phoenix, Limited, 1914 - 357 pages
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Page 322 - I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow...
Page 289 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 71 - ... there is no nation of people under the sun that doth love equal and indifferent justice better than the Irish ; or will rest better satisfied with the execution thereof although it be against themselves; so as they may have the protection and benefit of the law, when upon just cause they do desire it.
Page 332 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 322 - And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings ; There midnight's all aglimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Page 156 - Irish troops to cut the throats of the Americans ; that he called these butchers " armed negotiators," and stood with a metaphor in his mouth, and a bribe in his pocket, a champion against the rights of America, the only hope of Ireland, and the only refuge of the liberties of mankind.
Page 93 - THE pillar towers of Ireland, how wondrously they stand By the lakes and rushing rivers through the valleys of our land ; In mystic file, through the isle, they Lift their heads sublime, These gray old pillar temples, these conquerors of time...
Page 323 - These, through the darkness of death, the dominion of night, Swept, and they woke in white places at morning tide : They saw with their eyes, and sang for joy of the sight, They saw with their eyes the Eyes of the Crucified.
Page 2 - Irish hope exceeds the dimensions of that power, excels its authority, and renews with each generation the claims of the last. The cause that begets this indomitable persistency, the faculty of preserving through centuries of misery the remembrance of lost liberty, this surely is the noblest cause men ever strove for, ever lived for, ever died for.
Page 321 - FATHER O'FLYNN. Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety, Far renowned for larnin' and piety; Still, I'd advance ye widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all.

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