“Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.”
Quote by William Butler Yeats
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Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton
“We wait till now? Now, when we're old men, we get to be brave?”
“No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.”
