Ireland Quotes

Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and
brought up in its air is Irish. more

Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and
brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in
Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first
and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one.

An Irishman's heart is nothing but his imagination.

An Irishman's heart is nothing but his imagination.

For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
more

For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
Whose sons unaccustom'd to rebel commotion,
Tho' joyous, are sober--tho' peaceful, are brave.

Whether on the scaffold high
Or on the battle-field we die,
Oh, what matter, when for Erin more

Whether on the scaffold high
Or on the battle-field we die,
Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we fall.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish
how to listen, society would be more

If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish
how to listen, society would be quite civilized.

We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of
Burke; we are more

We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of
Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the
people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature
of this country. We have created the best of its political
intelligence.

The dust of some is Irish earth,
Among their own they rest.

The dust of some is Irish earth,
Among their own they rest.

Old Dublin City there is no doubtin'
Bates every city upon the say.
'Tis there you'd hear more

Old Dublin City there is no doubtin'
Bates every city upon the say.
'Tis there you'd hear O'Connell spoutin'
And Lady Morgan making tay.
For 'tis the capital of the finest nation,
With charmin' pisintry upon a fruitful sod,
Fightin' like devils for conciliation,
And hatin' each other for the Love of God.

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
God's angels more

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
God's angels lifting the night's black veil
From the fair sweet face of my sireland!
O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look
Like a bride in her rich adornin',
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top of the morning.