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Shamrocks

Shamrocks is a literary work that explores various narratives and themes related to the shamrock, a symbol of Ireland and its rich heritage. The book may include tales of folklore, historical accounts, and reflections on the significance of the shamrock in Irish society and beyond. more

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Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan

Katharine Tynan was a distinguished Irish writer and poet, recognized for her significant contributions to the literary world. Born on January 23, 1861, and passing away on April 2, 1931, Tynan's work focused on social issues and the experiences of women, securing her a prominent place in Irish literature. more

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“Now, among the heresies that are spoken in this matter is the habit of calling a grey day a "colourless" day. Grey is a colour, and can be a very powerful and pleasing colour.... A grey clouded sky is indeed a canopy between us and the sun; so is a green tree, if it comes to that. But the grey umbrellas differ as much as the green in their style and shape, in their tint and tilt. One day may be grey like steel, and another grey like dove’s plumage. One may seem grey like the deathly frost, and another grey like the smoke of substantial kitchens.”

“...I will praise the English climate till I die—even if I die of the English climate. There is no weather so good as English weather. Nay, in a real sense there is no weather at all anywhere but in England. In France you have much sun and some rain; in Italy you have hot winds and cold winds; in Scotland and Ireland you have rain, either thick or thin; in America you have hells of heat and cold, and in the Tropics you have sunstrokes varied by thunderbolts. But all these you have on a broad and brutal scale, and you settle down into contentment or despair.”

“[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode.... an Englishman’s house is not only his castle; it is his fairy castle. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory. There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud.”