Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside;
It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waters wide."

"Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing:
What a little thing
To remember for years -
To remember with tears!"

"History of Ireland -- lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere -- no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?"

"Sin we have explain'd away;
Unluckily, the sinners stay."

"Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men."