They are privileged to believe, they are born with the faith.
ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot A lady's company-smile A superior position was offered her by her being silent A whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman Ah! we're in the enemy's country now And it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar Arch-devourer Time As secretive as they are sensitive As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history Constitutionally discontented Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm Decency's a dirty petticoat in the Garden of Innocence England's the foremost country of the globe Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody Foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs He judged of others by himself He was not alive for his own pleasure Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Here, where he both wished and wished not to be Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I detest enthusiasm I baint done yet Indirect communication with heaven Ireland 's the sore place of England Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances Irishmen will never be quite sincere Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was May lull themselves with their wakefulness Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Mika! you did it in cold blood?
Never forget that old Ireland is weeping No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) Not every chapter can be sunshine Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties Old houses are doomed to burnings Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Paying compliments and spoiling a game! Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under Secret of the art was his meaning what he said Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom Tears of men sink plummet-deep Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains The race is for domestic peace, my boy They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets Welsh blood is queer blood Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed.