Ireland never was contented… Say you so? You are demented. Ireland was contented when All could use the sword and pen, And when Tara rose so high That her turrets split the sky, And about her courts were seen Liveried Angels robed in green, Wearing, by St. Patrick’s bounty, Emeralds big as half a county.
Walter Savage Landor Quotes
Clear writers, like clear fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.
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