I have been an 'Official' all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity.

One who can see without seeming to see – That’s an observer as good as three.

Soul’s Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.

The mother’s kiss is the sweetest thing ever.

I have been an “Official” all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity.

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

Round the world and home again, that’s the sailor’s way!

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?

Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer’s day; Sweet Love is dead.