Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
You get a decent do at the Brazen Head
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.