Life of Robert Emmett, the Celebrated Irish Patriot and Martyr: With His Speeches, &c. Also, an Appendix, Containing Valuable Portions of Irish History

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Courtnay & Wienges, 1853 - 300 pages
 

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Page 146 - When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth — then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.
Page 145 - I have even for a moment deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind, and for which I am now to offer up my life ! 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...
Page 133 - Were I only to suffer death, after being adjudged guilty by your tribunal, I should bow in silence, and meet the fate that awaits me without a murmur; but the sentence of the law which delivers my body to the executioner, will, through the ministry of that law, labor in its own vindication to consign my character to obloquy...
Page 166 - The noble indignation with which he repelled the charge of treason against his country — the eloquent vindication of his name — and his pathetic appeal to posterity in the hopeless hour of condemnation — all these entered deeply into every generous bosom ; and even his enemies lamented the stern policy that dictated his execution.
Page 144 - Let no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me with dishonour ; let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could have, engaged in any cause but that of my country's liberty and independence...
Page 160 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Page 133 - I do not imagine that, seated where you are, your minds can be so free from impurity as to receive the least impression from what I am going to utter.
Page 132 - What have I to say why sentence of death should not be pronounced on me according to law?
Page 165 - ... its form, bright in its foliage, but with the worm preying at its heart. We find it suddenly withering when it should be most fresh and luxuriant. We see it drooping its branches to the earth, and shedding leaf by leaf; until, wasted...
Page 130 - For my own part, I will resist it to the last gasp of my existence and with the last drop of my blood, and when I feel the hour of my dissolution approaching, I will, like the father of Hannibal, take my children to the altar and swear them to eternal hostility against the invaders of their country's freedom.

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