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thebeautifulbook · 4 months
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IRISH WONDERS: Popular Tales as Told by the People by D.R. McAnally (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1888) Illustrated by H.R. Heaton.
The ghosts, giants, pookas, demons, leprechawns, banshees, fairies, witches, widows, old maids, and other marvels of the Emerald Isle.
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source [1977 edition]
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triflingthing · 1 year
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a last coffee in Ireland 🇮🇪
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arcadefan · 1 year
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Any Level 9 fans out there? This poster of the box art for Emerald Isle by Godfrey Dowson was included with the game. Signed on the crate bashing into the rocks.
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Happy St Patrick's Day to my valued friends & followers.. with thanks!
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polaroidflashback · 1 year
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Fintown, County Donegal, Ireland
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liber-what-ia · 4 months
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leicadiary · 2 years
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stairnaheireann · 5 months
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#OTD in 1845 – Frederick Douglass delivers a speech in Belfast | ‘The Cambria Riot, My Slave Experience, and My Irish Mission’.
In 1845, as Ireland was descending into the despair of the Great Hunger, Frederick Douglass arrived for a four-month lecture tour of the island. Douglass had escaped slavery in Maryland seven years earlier, and had recently published his autobiography Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave. Douglass was greeted in Dublin, Belfast, and Cork by enthusiastic crowds and formed…
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catladychronicles · 1 month
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theroadtoyou · 1 year
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cmarswrites · 1 year
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Ireland just holds my whole damn heart.
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johnthestitcher · 1 month
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Irish Cookie for SDt. Pat's Day!
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spookyfooxx · 1 month
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🇨🇮🇨🇮🇨🇮🍀🍀HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!! 🍀🍀🇨🇮🇨🇮🇨🇮
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IT'S THE DAY OF MY COUNTRY!!!!!! IT'S THE DAY OF POTATOS AND WHISKEY AND GREEEEENNN🍀🍀🍀🇨🇮🇨🇮🇨🇮
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🇨🇮🇨🇮IRELAND FOREVER!!!! 🇨🇮🇨🇮
MAY THE ROAD RISE UP TO MEET YOU,
MAY THE WIND ALWAYS BE AT YOUR BACK,
MAY THE SUN SHINE WARM UPON YOUR FACE,
THE RAINS FALL SOFT UPON YOUR FIELDS
AND UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
MAY GOD HOLD YOU IN THE PALM OF HER HAND
🇨🇮🇨🇮Slááánnnn!!🇨🇮🇨🇮
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federer7 · 1 year
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Triffie, V de V, Emerald Isle, North Carolina, 1985
Photo: Jean-Daniel Lorieux
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ancient-path-3 · 2 months
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Beautiful Green 💚☘️🌿Ireland
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alchemisland · 5 months
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Riot
A stabbed child leaks excuses
Inside them resides the urge, hidden like a demiurge
Dublin City like the Purge: it burns it burns it burns
Thick necked Gards in riot gear cordoning off O’Connell Street
Pallid ghouls selling gear, Bordening off lifespans at O’Connell’s feet
Where dark delights meet plain daylights and the junk-blue vein is a common sight
Where the doctor is Quirkey and they chew like jerky, the pilled up here young men
Patriots on wrecking balls condoning hate on O’Connell Street
Risen Christ blood sacrifice a postal office in battle heat some year ago now on O’Connell Street
A looker stooping to give herself a manicure, glass slipper kind of feet
On closer inspection a junkie shooting up his feet in a shopfront on Talbot street
An evidence locker with a bloodspattered helmet daubed with Brazilian flag stickers
A ransacked Footlocker, a token for riot partook in a shiny new pair of kickers
Chorus of struck shutters juddering, riots and rumours of riots, WhatsApp mutterings
Crimson sky to spook the shepherds, city’s many rotten parts the lepers
Rocks thudding against raised riot shields, a line of brogues with truncheons steeled
We level it to shake the Brits but in maddening crowd no Markiewicz
Ireland’s sons and daughters antipodes evince no freedom in these violent throes
A man is foreign by his violent soul, form and shade won’t make a foe
When hate corrodes they’ll close the roads, O’Connell Street where’s the GPO.
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