We Would Not Give Up Our Own

Every Day In The Year There Comes Some Malice Into The World, And Where It Comes From Is No Good Place.

I Said, In Talking, That I Felt More And More The Time Wasted That Was Not Spent In Ireland.

Irish History Having Been Forbidden In Schools, Has Been, To A Great Extent, Learned From Raftery's Poems By The People Of Mayo, Where He Was Born, And Of Galway, Where He Spent His Later Years.

The Way Most People Fail Is In Not Keeping Up The Heart.

It Was Among Farmers And Potato Diggers And Old Men In Workhouses And Beggars At My Own Door That I Found What Was Beyond These And Yet Farther Beyond That Drawingroom Poet Of My Childhood In The Expression Of Love, And Grief, And The Pain Of Parting, That Are The Disclosure Of The Individual Soul.