Why God Loves the Irish

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Devin-Adair Company, 1918 - 108 pages

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Page 6 - Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
Page 44 - May my right hand forget its cunning and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if ever I prove false to those teachings.
Page 18 - I have before said, the moment the very name of Ireland is mentioned, the English seem to bid adieu to common feeling, common prudence, and common sense, and to act with the barbarity of tyrants, and the fatuity of idiots.
Page 84 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm — For though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle.
Page 65 - Ildefonso, in the armies of Frederic and in the armies of Maria Theresa. One exile became a Marshal of France. ' Another became Prime Minister of Spain.
Page 75 - Walton's guns are the best evidence what manner of men they were who pressed on to death with the dauntlessness of a race which has. gained glory on a thousand battle-fields, and never more richly deserved it than at the foot of Marye's Heights on the 13th day of December, 1862.
Page 21 - If I were a sculptor, I would 'chisel from the marble my ideal of a hero. I would make it the figure of an Irishman sacrificing his hopes and his life on the altar of his country, and I would carve on its pedestal the name of Robert Emmet. If I were a painter, I would make the canvas eloquent with the deeds of the bravest people who ever lived, whose proud spirit no power can ever conquer and whose loyalty and devotion to the hopes of free government no tyrant can ever crush. And I would write under...
Page 54 - HAIL to our Celtic brethren wherever they may be, In the far woods of Oregon, or o'er the Atlantic sea ; Whether they guard the banner of St. George, in Indian vales, Or spread beneath the nightless North experimental sails — One in name, and in fame, Are the sea-divided Gaels.

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