Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises! An emerald set in the ring of the sea. Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes, Thou queen of the west, the world’s cushla ma chree.John Philpot Curran
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Ireland-Where the Unexpected Constantly Occurs
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. Sigmund Freud (about the Irish) Ireland is rich in literature that understands a soul’s yearnings, and dancing that understands a happy heart. Margaret Jackson O Ireland isn’t it grand you look–Like a bride in her rich adornin? And with all the… Continue reading Ireland-Where the Unexpected Constantly Occurs