Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves among silence

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.