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The treaty, though it has good points, is a vast trap.
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
The cavalryman, is for practical purposes a compound of three factors; man, horse and rifle. The lance should go altogether.
Literary Years and War (1900)
I am a birth, domicile, and deliberate choice of citizenship an Irishman...
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
Lieutenant Colonel Malone––was it necessary, in order to carry out the raid, to-ransack the nursery, and to wake up the children?
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
Take a step or two forward lads.....it will be easier that way.
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
In this supremacy of tragedy, we find it only in our hearts, to wish that God's curse may overwhelm the treacherous...
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
What the devil do you mean Carruthers?
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
Drunk with triumph, I cuddled in my rocking cradle and ransacked every unvisited chamber of the memory....to see the residue take life and meaning in the light of the great revelation.
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
...to feel oneself a martyr, as everybody knows, is a pleasurable thing...
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
....death stills the bitterest controversy.
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
Being shot with volcanic suddenness into the Navy at an hour's notice is a queer experience, but I am beginning to get used to the life and to forget that I ever had a moustache or a tweed suit.
Literary Years and War (1900)
An artillery man is not made in a month, nor an officer in a year; and unless we had had educated men as keen as mustard, and no trouble about discipline, I doubt if the battery in South Africa would have been much good for a long time.
Literary Years and War (1900)
This Irish war, small as it may seem now, will, if it is persisted in, will corrupt and eventually ruin not only your army, but your Empire itself. What right has England to torment and demoralise Ireland?
Last Years: Ireland (1919)
One of the charms of Africa, is the long settled periods of pure unclouded sky, in which the sun rises and sets with no flaming splashes of vivid colours, but by gentle, imperceptible gradations of pure light, waning or waxing.
Literary Years and War (1900)
A keen wind from the west struck our faces, and as swiftly as it had come the fog rolled away from us, in one mighty mass, stripping clean and pure the starry dome of heaven....
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
It was devotion to the sea, wedded to a fire of pent-up patriotism struggling incessantly for an outlet in strenuous physical expression; a humanity, born of acute sensitiveness to his own limitations, only adding fuel to the flame.
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
Most of England's wit and manhood scintillated in the sunlight, while British matrons and England's fairest maids lit up with looks of proud affection; bosoms heaved in sympathetic unison with the measured tramp of the ammunition boots....
Literary Years and War (1900)
...the Dulcibella had begun to move in her sleep, as it were, rolling drowsily to some faint send of the sea, with an occasional short jump, like the start of an uneasy dreamer.
The Riddle Of The Sands (1903)
First let us rid our minds of the fallacy that guerrilla war is a wholly distinct thing in kind from regular war. It is nothing of the sort. War is a science whose fundamental principles are constant however wide or numerous the variations....
Literary Years and War (1900)
I do not know how I stand this parting from Molly, save that by a paradox we are so absoultely one that in the sense we never part, but talk to one another and watch one another and commune night and day, and grip fast the same ideals. The North Star is our only meeting place, in this manner. We both look at it every night.
Literary Years and War (1900)