Vulgar words in Thomas Davis, Selections from his Prose and Poetry (Page 1)
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Some noble zealots, the Russells and Sidneys, crossed his path in vain; but a few bold caballers, the Danbys, the Shaftesburys, and Churchills, by urging him to despotic acts, and the people to resistance, brought on a crisis; when, availing themselves of it, they called in a foreign army and drove out James, and swore he had abdicated; expelled the Prince of Wales, and falsely called him bastard; made terms with William, that he should have the crown and privy purse, and they the actual government; and ended by calling their selfish and hypocritical work, "a popular and glorious revolution."
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Yet this man, so full of refinement, and so trained, is described by King as addressing the Irish Privy Council thus:--"I have put the sword into your hands, and God damn you all if ever you part with it."
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These men who design, and those who consent to the act, may be Liberals or Tories, Protestants or Catholics, but beyond a doubt they are tasteless blockheads--poor devils without reverence or education--men, who, as Wordsworth says-- "Would peep and botanise Upon their mothers' graves."
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The edifices of the mind, like the fabrics of marble, require an age to build, but ask only minutes to precipitate; and as the fall of both is an effort of no time, so neither is it a business of any strength--a pick-axe and a common labourer will do the one--a little lawyer, a little pimp, a wicked minister the other.
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The announcement of this plan was received in the Commons with extravagant praise by the Irish Whig and Repeal members, nor was any hostility displayed except by the blockhead and bigot, Sir Robert Inglis--a preposterous fanatic, who demands the repeal of the Emancipation Act, and was never yet missed from the holy orgies of Exeter Hall.
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The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles-- The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough defiles-- Old Inisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a moulting bird; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean tide is heard; The hookers lie upon the beach; the children cease their play; The gossips leave the little inn; the households kneel to pray-- And full of love and peace and rest--its daily labour o'er-- Upon that cosy creek there lay the town of Baltimore.
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Mid-summer day--this gallant rides from distant Bandon's town-- These hookers crossed from stormy Skull, that skiff from Affadown; They only found the smoking walls, with neighbours' blood besprent, And on the strewed and trampled beach awhile they wildly went-- Then dashed to sea, and passed Cape Cléire, and saw five leagues before The pirate galleys vanishing that ravaged Baltimore.