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I'm on the university board in Limerick, so I visit the city often.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Everyone wants to marry and Irish girl, they have the most beautiful babies.
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
I'll wait. For however long it takes, Clare. I'm yours.
Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.
James Joyce once called Guinness stout "the wine of Ireland." Indeed it's one of the most successful beers worldwide. Ten million glasses of this ambrosial liquid are consumed with great gusto each day.
Ireland is not at all a simple place, and in many ways it is spare and sad. It has no wealth, no power, no stability, no influence, no fashion, no size. Its only real arts are song and drama and poem. But Limerick alone has two thousand ruined castles and surely that many practicing poets.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
Julian of Norwich,
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
I may be Irish, but I'm not stupid.
I can't say enough about Ireland. I can't. I'd move there.
I'm just a true Irish boy at heart.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Curran.
"You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around."
You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. "You must think you're funny.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
away from Clive.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
Sienna McQuillen
1 September near Beaulieu, England, United Kingdom
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I cant believe I'm thinking about having some Ex Sex.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
Irish gardens beat all for horror. With 19 gardeners, Lord Talbot of Malahide has produced an affair exactly like a suburban golf course.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
If you ask an Irishman for directions, he might be quick to answer, Well if I were going there, I would not start here.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk ...
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!
A harrassed and dubious childhood under the hand of a well-meaning but barbarous mother's help from County Armagh led me to think of the North of Ireland as prison and the South as a land of escape.
I'll tell you what, it doesn't get more beautiful than the west of Ireland. Connemara and County Derry are quite stunning, really.
If Claret is the king of natural wines, Burgundy is the queen.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
My parents were Belfast Catholics.
I'm proud to be Irish.
Aberdeen, a city in the northern reaches of HSBC-London. Their
the Poor Men of Lyons,
hey gallagher girl
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
Oh, you eat cats in Cork now, do you?
Where are you getting your material - Portnoy's Complaint?" "What does an Irish lass named Monaghan know from Portnoy and afikomens? I imagine you reading James Joyce and drinking
Her name was Senga. You have to love Glasgow; once everyone figured we had enough people named Agnes, they just reversed the letters and started again. Hillcoat
One weekend in the vacation, I was invited to meet her family. They lived in Kent, out on the Orpington line, in one of those suburbs which had stopped concreting over nature at the very last minute, and ever since smugly claimed rural status.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
I'm just an Irish biddy.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Katherine the Midwife
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
What I've said before, only half in joke, is that everybody in Ireland is famous. Or, maybe better, say everybody is familiar.
Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
I was a cub reporter on a local newspaper in Limerick city, and I used to cover the district court meetings. All of life passed through the Limerick courthouse. Misery, malevolence, the dark side of humanity ... I tell ya, it made 'Angela's Ashes' look like 'The Wonderful World of Disney.'
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Making an Irishness to be proud of in a real Republic. It is the vision of a real Republic where life and language, where ideals and experience have the ring of authenticity which we need now as we go forward.
An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love.
Gladstone .. spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question, ...
Yes, I am an Irish lass through and through.
I've always been fascinated with Ireland, especially Northern Ireland, having lived in London in the '80s when there was an Irish republican bombing campaign there.
Irish tory employers hid[e] their sweatshops behind orange flags, and Irish home rule landlords us[e] the green sunburst of Erin to cloak their rack-renting in the festering slums of our Irish towns.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
My life started on the banks of the Boyne in County Meath. Navan is the name of the town; only me, Mom, Dad.
You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.
KATH: (Katherine) BRENT, daughter of Ed: Brent, dee'd., 300 acs. Northumberland Co., N.E. upon Quiough 421 Riv., S.E. upon land of Capt. Giles Brent. 9 Dec. 1662, p. 79, (554). (Capt. Gyles Brent, 4 May 1653, assigned to sd. Edm: Brent & by him given by will to sd. Kath.)
Bram, Linden, and Lachlan McGregor. The Scottish trifecta of hot guys.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut!
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
Saturday 13 September 2014 Saint John Chrysostom,
You've just provided me with the makings of one hell of a weekend in Dublin.
The politicians in Ireland speak Gaelic the way the Real Housewives of Orange County speak French.
Fabulous place, Dublin is. The trouble is, you work hard and in Dublin you play hard as well.
My father was educated in Cork, in the University of Cork, in the '50s.
It's a big con job. We have sold the myth of Dublin as a sexy place incredibly well; because it is a dreary little dump most of the time.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
I sure love Ireland. The first trip I ever made was last year when I did this record in Dublin.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Cyril, church warden and lead tenor in the choir, lives with mother, banned from unsupervised contact with schoolchildren; Harold, drunk dentist, early retirement, pretty thatched cottage off the Bodmin road, one son in rehab, wife in the bin.
Drop by Bell's for an Irish Kiss anytime. The best in England
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
I'm in New York, land of the free and home of the brave, but I'm supposed to behave as if I were in Limerick at all times.
The countryside they
I have lived in Ireland, visited all my life, and when I fight, I represent Ireland.
Do you know where Laoghaire is?
I always had this notion of a noir novel in Galway. The city is exploding, emigration has reversed, and we are fast becoming a cosmopolitan city.
On the Jellicoe road
Dublin was an English city, one of the loveliest. The most Irish thing about it was the shifting drab flow of the poor people
I'm more of a Smithwick's or Bulmer's girl than a pint of Guinness.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
All my people are from Ireland. I was born in Manchester, but I am Irish.
George Jessel's newest pick-me-up which is receiving attention from the town's paragraphers is called a Bloody Mary: half tomato juice, half vodka.
Northern Ireland has treated me well, you know?
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.
I'm just a loud Irish guy.
I am an unusual Irishman. I'm probably Ireland's third most famous Jewish son.
In the spirit of the Irish people, Osama bin Laden, you can kiss my royal Irish ass!
London, dirty little pool of life
Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope,
And God Save
as you prefer
the King or Ireland.
The land of scholars and saints:
Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush,
Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints