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Page 196 - I've heard whisper of a country that lies beyond the sea, Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day. O Erin, must we leave you, driven by a tyrant's hand ? Must we ask a mother's blessing from a strange and distant land ? Where the cruel cross of England shall nevermore be seen, And where, please God, we'll live and die still wearing of the green.
Page 193 - PADDY dear, and did you hear the news that's going round? The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground ; St. Patrick's day no more we'll keep, his colours can't be seen, For there's a bloody law agin the wearing of the green. I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, And he said, ' How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?
Page 200 - I'M very happy where I am, Far across the say — I'm very happy far from home, In North Amerikay. It's lonely in the night when Pat Is sleeping by my side. I lie awake, and no one knows The big tears that I've cried. For a little voice still calls me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear it spake — Oh ! nobody but me.
Page 195 - She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen, They are hanging men and women for the wearing of the green. Then since the colour we must wear is England's cruel red, Sure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed. You may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod, But 'twill take root and flourish there, though under foot 'tis trod.
Page 40 - London Assurance", £300. For that amount the manager bought the privilege of playing the work for his season. Three years later I offered a new play to a principal London theatre. The manager offered me £100 for it. In reply to my objection to the smallness of the sum, he remarked : "I can go to Paris and select a first-class comedy ; having seen it performed, I feel certain of its effect. To get this comedy translated will cost me £25. Why should I give you £300 or £500 for your comedy, the...
Page 214 - The poor! — whom do you call the poor? Do you know them? do you see them? they are more frequently found under a black coat than under a red shirt. The poor man is the clerk with a family, forced to maintain a decent suit of clothes, paid for out of the hunger of his children. The poor man is the artist who is obliged to pledge the tools of his trade to buy medicines for his sick wife. The lawyer who, craving for employment, buttons up his thin paletot to hide his shirtless breast. These needy...
Page 211 - No; she lived fourteen months with me, and then eloped with an intimate friend. Etiquette compelled me to challenge the seducer; so I received satisfaction and a bullet in my shoulder at the same time. However, I had the consolation of knowing that he was the handsomest man of the age. She did not insult me, by running away with a damned ill-looking scoundrel. MAX. That, certainly, was flattering. SIR HARCOURT. I felt so, as I pocketed the ten thousand pounds damages.
Page 195 - twill take root and flourish there, though under foot 'tis trod. When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow, And when the leaves in summer-time their verdure dare not show, Then I will change the color I wear in my caubeen ; But till that day, please God, I'll stick to wearing of the green.
Page 110 - ... despair. It was totally opposed to his artistic preconception. But I insisted and he reluctantly conceded. Well, I wrote the play as he plays it now. It was not much of a literary production, and it was with some apology that it was handed to him. He read it, and when he met me I said:
Page 131 - are those of ' Rip Van Winkle ' — they are its humanizing character and influence. Here is the spectacle of knavery brought to naught, of faithful love rewarded, and all by means of simplicity, generosity, good-nature, and courage. Things are very perplexing if that is immoral. It is, in fact, a poem, a romance. The little drama is wrought, indeed, with all the consummate skill of the most experienced and accomplished of play-writers. The resources of the stage, machinery, surprises, whatever...