The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonWords are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonLet us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon