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1916-2016 A centenary on...

There is always that sneaky one when he's not looking, never used it myself :whistle:

It's the one you only ever get caught once when your about 15 and the guy you are marking is 38 and wanting to slow you down a bit :D
Happens in a lot of sports, just hope it gets left on the pitch, don't need it carrying on off the pitch, regardless of sport.😃
 
Thanks for posting Fabian. I'd forgotten about the Land League of the late 1800's. 20,000 tenant farmers at a meeting out in the sticks was a fair indication of how desperate those times were. I really must dig out my old school books, and remind myself of the long running struggle for freedom.

Yeah Brian there is so much to read. Will be back home myself during the Easter holidays...might take a look in the attic and see if I can find the old history school books we used.

This is another short video clip explaining things.

https://www.facebook.com/rtenews/videos/1271551089540557/

Not sure if you need to be on facebook to watch it.
 
Lets remember the vision of these leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916 was for "equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens" and to "pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and of all its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally"

Wouldn't it be a great Ireland if we could achieve this...100 years on.
 
Easter 1916
Author: W. B. Yeats
September 25, 1916

I

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

II

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near to my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

III

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of it all.

IV

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmer name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse--
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
 
There is always that sneaky one when he's not looking, never used it myself :whistle:

It's the one you only ever get caught once when your about 15 and the guy you are marking is 38 and wanting to slow you down a bit :D
Good ole Senior B/junior gaa. Those that r not good enough yet v those who are not good enough anymore no so abley assisted by those that never were or never will b good enough
 
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