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Robert Emmet: A Tragedy of Irish History (Classic Reprint)
Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke
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Ann Develin arms blood bows breast BYRNE Castle cheer court cousin curse dare dear heart death door dream DWYER Emmet turns Emmet's cell Enter Miss Curran escape Exeunt Exit eyes face farewell father fight Finerty fire flag of Ireland Fort St France gallery gate gentleman Geof Geoffrey Delany girl goes GRAHAM grave guard guilty hand hang hangman hear heard Heaven hope Howley Ireland Irish Jailer Kildare kisses lady laughing heart letter looks Lord Charlemont LORD NORBURY Lord Wycombe MacNally Major Sirr Malachi Fleming Martin Burke master Michael Dwyer minuet Miss Curran turns morning mountains muskets night pass peasants pikemen pikes Plunkett pray Prisoner Robert Emmet Rose Malone rush safe Sarah Curran shake Sir Wilkins McCue soldiers song soul stand sweet tell Thomas Addis Emmet Thomas Street thro to-day to-morrow to-night UNITED IRISHMEN word young
Σελίδα 115 - I am going to my cold and silent grave - my lamp of life is nearly extinguished - my race is run - the grave opens to receive me, and I sink into its bosom. I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world: it is - the charity of its silence. Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives...
Σελίδα 112 - ... an undeserved reproach, thrown upon him during his trial, by charging him with ambition, and attempting to cast away for a paltry consideration the liberties of his country? Why did your lordships insult me? Or rather, why insult justice, in demanding of me...
Σελίδα 115 - I am going to my cold and silent grave: my lamp of life is nearly extinguished: my race is run: the grave opens to receive me, and I sink into its bosom! I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world, — it is the charity of its silence! Let no man write my epitaph: for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them.
Σελίδα 115 - When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.
Σελίδα 21 - Let Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayed her, When Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which he won from her proud invader...
Σελίδα 110 - Were the French to come as invaders or enemies, uninvited by the wishes of the people, I should oppose them to the utmost of my strength. Yes ! my countrymen, I should advise you to meet them upon the beach, with a sword in one hand and a torch in the other.
Σελίδα 112 - ... and motives from your aspersions ; and, as a man, to whom fame is dearer than life, I will make the last use of that life in doing justice to that reputation which is to live after me, and which is the only legacy I can leave to those I honor and love, and for whom I am proud to perish.
Σελίδα 112 - I know my lords, that form prescribes that you should ask the question, the form also presents the right of answering. This, no doubt, may be dispensed with, and so might the whole ceremony of the trial, since sentence was already pronounced at the Castle before the jury was impaneled. Your lordships are but the priests of the oracle, and I insist on the whole of the forms.
Σελίδα 110 - I should bow in silence to the fate that awaits me ; but the sentence of the law which delivers over my body to the executioner consigns my character to obloquy. A man in my situation has not only to encounter the difficulties of fortune but also the difficulties of prejudice.
Σελίδα 114 - My lords, you are impatient for the sacrifice: the blood which you seek is not congealed by the artificial terrors which surround your victim; it circulates warmly and unruffled through the channels which God created for noble purposes, but which you are bent to destroy for purposes so grievous that they cry to heaven.