Stolen Years |
Paul Hill see The Guildford Four
A Short History of Ireland (1952) |
J. C. Beckett (8 February 1912 – 12 February 1996)
“If curses came from the heart, it would be a sin. But if it is from the lips they come, and we use them only to give force to our speech, they are a great relief to the heart.” |
Peig Sayers (1873 – 8 December 1958)
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"Wouldn't it delight my heart to be able to read a book of my own before I died." |
Tomas O'Crohan (21 December 1856 – 7 March 1937)
Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wind, for the dawn is breaking;
March, march, swing you along,
Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking.
Song with its story, dreams with their glory
Lo! they call, and glad is their word!
Loud and louder it swells,
Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!
Long, long—we in the past
Cowered in dread from the light of heaven,
Strong, strong—stand we at last,
Fearless in faith and with sight new given.
Strength with its beauty, Life with its duty,
(Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)
These, these—beckon us on!
Open your eyes to the blaze of day.
Comrades—ye who have dared
First in the battle to strive and sorrow!
Scorned, spurned—naught have ye cared,
Raising your eyes to a wider morrow,
Ways that are weary, days that are dreary,
Toil and pain by faith ye have borne;
Hail, hail—victors ye stand,
Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!
Life, strife—those two are one,
Naught can ye win but by faith and daring.
On, on—that ye have done
But for the work of today preparing.
Firm in reliance, laugh a defiance,
(Laugh in hope, for sure is the end)
March, march—many as one,
Shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend.
The March of the Women
Ethel Smith (22 April 1858 – 8 May 1944)
Cicely Hamilton (15 June 1872 – 6 December 1952)
Patrice Lumumba (2 July 1925 – 17 January 1961)
The price
of apathy
towards public affairs
is to be ruled
by evil men
Plato
&
Claude