Wipe out our grievances, and then we'll begin to talk of policy.

Good Lord!--love?
The love of Ireland for the conquering country will be the celebrated ceremony in the concluding chapter previous to the inauguration of the millennium.

Thousands of us are in a starving state at home this winter, Patrick.

And it's not the fault of England ?--landlordism 's not?
Who caused the ruin of all Ireland's industries?
You might as well say that it 's the fault of the poor beggar to go limping and hungry because his cruel master struck him a blow to cripple him.

We don't want half and half doctoring, and it's too late in the day for half and half oratory.
We want freedom, and we'll have it, and we won't leave it to the Saxon to think about giving it.