Who is Alice Milligan

Alice Letitia Milligan [pseud. Iris Olkyrn] (4 September 1865 – 13 April 1953) was an Irish writer and activist in Ireland's Celtic Revival; an advocate for the political and cultural participation of women; and a Protestant-unionist convert to the cause of Irish independence. She was at the height of her renown at the turn of the 20th century when in Belfast, with Anna Johnston, she produced the political and literary monthly The Shan Van Vocht (1896-1899), and when in Dublin the Irish Literary Theatre's performed "The Last Feast of the Fianna” (1900), Milligan's interpretation of Celtic legend as national drama.

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Milligan was one of nine surviving children born to Charlotte Burns, a linen shop ass...
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Alice Milligan Poems

  • The Dark Palace
    There beams no light from thy hall to-night,
    Oh, House of Fame;
    No mead-vat seethes and no smoke upwreathes
    O'er the hearth's red flame;...
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Noble 1 Yellow 1 Clear 1 Play 1 Grass 1 Blue 1 Bird 1 Wind 1 Together 1 Sea 1


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Eirigi1916: alice milligan | 1865-1903. alice milligan was born in belfast in a protestant household, her father a liberal unionist. she trained as a teacher and took up a position teaching in derry in 1888, where she developed an interest in the irish language. -10
8_milligan: the vicar of dibley - the best of alice
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