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Sinn Fein is his party, his creation, his idea.
Sinn Fein is his party, his creation, his idea.
Deir Deirdre Flanagan: ‘We shall remember him not only for the breadth of his scholarship and his willingness to share his expertise with the many who sought it, but also for his unaffected friendliness, his infectious good humour, his obvious enjoyment of life, his hospitality...
Irishmen as you revere his Memory owing to his Principles.
– The same Pat who used to carry a snap of his prick in his back pocket?
Scanraíonn focail Clive James mé: ‘his prose was bad poetry, like his poetry’.
I hope all his tubes get glutted and his bunghole stuffed!
He pulled his jacket aside, showing us he had a gun tucked into his pants.
“[Hafey] blocked more punches with his face than his gloves” a tuairiscíodh tar éis na troda.
His scholarship will stand, but his friendship resonates.
His father was Thomas Mulcahy, a farm labourer, and his mother was Margaret Burke.
Frequent iomarbhaighs, or bardic contentions, were held in his house and under his inspection.
Swift was delighted with it and, at his request, his host arranged a meeting with MacGauran.
In (a) his name occurs imediately after those of “Donald, earl of Clancarr,” and his family....
This change in his circumstances soured his temper and made him turn lampooner.
He could also charm them with his complete lack of pomposity and his innate, unstudied courtesy.
Dúirt sé: ‘The great impetus which characterised his personality and his actions resulted from his both natural and conscious emphasis on his rural background in the West of Ireland.
In spite of the touch of sadness, the unavoidable concomitant of anyone with intelligence and sensitivity who has observed the parting of the old ways and ideals in the Gaeltachts of Ireland, he always gave me the impression of being essentially a happy man, conscious of his own reliable sources of joy—his deep roots in his native ground, his firm anchorage in French and German culture, his wide reading and his beloved scholarship.
The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.
His battle with TB throughout his life marked him and marked him out.
We thank Pope Francis for his visit, and ask for his prayers.
At the subsequent election convention, Ó Foighil gave a rousing speech in which he declared that his hair was his own, his teeth were his own and other parts of his anatomy were working very well, too’ (Irish Times).
He was by nature very thorough, and he devoted his whole life to the solution of various problems in his chosen field of study; but because of his critical acumen and his very high standards he could not bring himself to believe that many of his conclusions could be regarded as final.
Cé nach n-athraítear brí na bhfocal nó na n-aidiachtaí atá sa bhunleagan Béarla, tá uaim sa leagan Gaeilge nach bhfuil sa leagan Béarla (Rice 2019: 27): 'Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner' (1843: 2).
His education in UCC he describes as “halcyon days”, and his love for some of his teachers and professors shines through.
Ultimately, it lead to his losing his influence with the pope, and to his virtual banishment from Rome.
Colie Hernon; we know him well, his horizon-blue eyes, his jaw of officer-material, his backbone as straight as a flag-staff ....
Inevitably his style borrowed pace from that of his two older mentors but he also had his own very distinctive touch.
Much of his success as a broadcaster was due to his detailed knowledge and understanding of what his colleague and friend, John O’Donoghue, would call the Irish political mazurka.
Quite apart from his own deliberate decision to publish a considerable body of scholarly work in Irish, Mac Niocaill was generous with his time and his expertise...
His copy of Dunleavy’s [B7] Catechism, from which he principally learned Irish, is crammed with his own marginal notes, showing his efforts at mastering the Irish language.
‘Master musician’ a thugann an páipéar sin air: ‘With a stout stick as his only guide he toured the country for 50 years – his faithful fiddle being his only means of support’.
On his return for dinner his well-filled note book was evidence that his journey was not in vain.
“On his retirement Tom mentioned that it had been his intention to provide his pupils with long term life skills and indeed this is what he achieved.
This was Garda Breathnach’s first appearance in a competition outside his native shores, and he confounded his critics by winning the Heavyweight title at his first attempt.
Bhí aguisín leis an bpléascadh céanna: ‘There was an old man named Lowery who would not get out of his house, as he was suffering from sever rheumatism.He was lifted from his bed by the concussion,and when he got to his feet, his old bones had become limber as a child’s.
Owen McCarthy, otherwise Owen a Vereen; an eminent Poet, Historian, and Herald, in which his superior knowledge and singular Talents had rendered him very agreeable to such as had the Happiness of his Company; and his Death is very much lamented by his acquaintances'.
His entries are all the more valuable for that reason, but it was an uncommon thing in his time for a man in his position to be able to write more than his name.
Morísonus (Muiris Ó Maolchonaire)], that he was of the family of the Barons of Upper Ossory; that he was famed over the whole kingdom for his holiness of life and learning, and respected for his high descent; and that he was pursued into a cave by the heretics, who there cut off his head, placed it on a pole at the gates of a certain town and left his body to be devoured by the wild beasts.’ Deir Carrigan freisin go raibh sé i mbéaloideas an cheantair go ndearnadh ár ar scata eaglaiseach i dTigh an Mhaoir, ceathrú míle ó Dharú.
Is é tuairim Uí Áinle: ‘His more personal poetry – love-poems, laments for his dead wife and for departed friends, satires, messages of sympathy to his imprisoned clerical friends, complaints to the priests ofCook Street that his gloves had been stolen in the church, etc, etc, – tends to be rather shallow and not to achieve a sense of true involvement.’ I measc na n-aortha tá cinn ar Dhiarmuid Ó Conchubhair [q.v.] agus ar Chathal Ó Luinín [q.v.].
Deir Michael Ryan: ‘His ability to bridge the gap beween the worlds of scholarship and public administration meant that his services were eagerly sought by many cultural organizations and he generously gave of his time and experience when asked—the Royal Irish Academy (which he served as Vice-President and Council Member), the Cultural Relations Committee of the Department of Foreign Affairs (of which he was for a time chairman) are but two of the bodies which benefited from his participation.
He was always occupied with one project or another and the culmination of his career was his magnificent Leabhar na hAiséirighe in which, in my opinion, his manifest genius transcended all his previous achievements.’ In Southampton a rugadh é.
Whenever weather permitted, his daily routine was generally something like this:- Mass, then visit any sick person under his charge, then without returning home, hunt up some old man to gather local history, what his grandfather told his father or himself, taking pencilled notes, and subsequently correcting or modifying the traditions thus received, by a slightly different version of same incidents obtained from some other old man; and perhaps that same afternoon he’d be on his knees in some neighbouring churchyard rubbing over some semi-undecipherable tombstone trying to correct the narratives thus procured by the guidance of names and dates.’ Deir Ó Fearghail gur dóigh go raibh cuairt tugtha aige ar gach baile fearainn i nDeoise Osraí sular chrom sé in 1897 ar History and antiquities of the Diocese of Ossory a scríobh.
‘He holds me with his skinny hand.
Foilsíonn sé Purchas His Pilgrimes sa bhliain 1625.
Foilsíonn sé Purchas His Pilgrimes sa bhliain 1625.
(He) kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls,
And certainly his voice was gay and sturdy,
Seasann an mairnéalach agus his Victorian Lady at the mast le chéile.
Brian O’Linn had no shirt to his back,
Then he puckered the meal bag under his chin,