“He was the most marvelous liar I ever heard and while he talked about me I was so carried away that I thought I was listening to the life story of a saint.” From The Little Book of John B. Keane
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If I Should Need to Tear Aside If I should need to tear aside The veils that hide both Heaven and Hell To tell you that a soul had died That once but tried to love you well No breath should blow those veils aside. But if I found your soul could save From Hell’s […]
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Glencar Waterfall-County Leitrim “Where the wondering water gushes From the hills above Glen-car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star,” From “The Stolen Child” William Butler Yeats-1886
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“It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight. I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution there was in the face a look of peace, […]
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“Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.”
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Both your friend and your enemy think you will never die.
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Have you ever been to Ireland With its rolling hills of green? Sure ‘n its’ the fairest land That ever has been seen. And those green hills of Ireland May be very far away But they’re close to every Irish here No matter what the day.
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“Now I claim for Irish literature, at its best, these excellences: a clearer than Greek vision, a more generous than Greek humanity, a deeper than Greek spirituality. And I claim that Irish literature has never lost these excellences: that they are of the essence of Irish nature and are characteristic of modern Irish folk poetry […]
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“This contest of ours is not on our side a rivalry of vengeance but one of endurance-it is not they who can inflict most but they who can suffer most will conquer.” Terence MacSwiney in his speech when elected Lord Mayor of Cork, March 1920. He was later arrested and imprisoned in Brixton Prison […]
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’There id is,’ Said Billy when they reached the top of the hill. ‘What?’ ‘The cloud.’ ‘What cloud?’ ‘The cloud over Clonmel.’ ‘And why the cloud over Clonmel? And how did you know there was a cloud over it?’ ‘Because Clonmel was never wudout a cloud over id since the day Fr. Sheehy was hung.’ […]
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