Recollections of Troubled Times in Irish Politics

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Sealy, Bryers & Walker, 1905 - Ireland - 390 pages

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Page 376 - It may not be our lot to wield The sickle in the ripened field ; Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, The reaper's song among the sheaves ; Yet where our duty's task is wrought In unison with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe'er is willed is done...
Page 248 - DEAR SIR, — I am not surprised at your friend's anger, but he and you should know that to denounce the murders was the only course open to us. To do that promptly was plainly our best policy. But you can tell him, and all others concerned, that though I regret the accident of Lord F. Cavendish's death, I cannot refuse to admit that Burke got no more than his deserts.
Page 336 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Page 172 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue ; And Jura answers through her misty shroud Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Page 345 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 199 - The accomplishment of the programme I have sketched out to you would, in my judgment, be regarded by the country as a practical settlement of the Land Question, and would, I feel sure, enable us to cooperate cordially for the future with the Liberal Party in forwarding Liberal principles and measures of general reform...
Page 2 - And as I thought rose the sonorous swell, As from some church-tower swings the silvery bell. Aloft and clear, from airy tide to tide, It glided, easy as a bird may glide ; To the last verge of that vast audience...
Page 115 - Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 46 - The bricks are fallen down, but we will build with hewn stones ; the sycamores are cut down, but we will change them into cedars.
Page 331 - THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay ; The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd, Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd ; 'Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free, And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee.

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