There's no police like Holmes.
Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.
Let my country die for me.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.
If the Irish programme did not insist on the Irish language I suppose I could call myself a nationalist. As it is, I am content torecognize myself an exile: and, prophetically, a repudiated one.