Who is John Boyle O'reillyJohn Boyle O'Reilly (28 June 1844 – 10 August 1890) was an Irish poet, journalist, author and activist. As a youth in Ireland, he was a member of the Irish Republican Brotherhood, or Fenians, for which he was transported to Western Australia. After escaping to the United States, he became a prominent spokesperson for the Irish community and culture through his editorship of the Boston newspaper The Pilot, his prolific writing and his lecture tours.
Born in Dowth, O'Reilly moved to his aunt's residence in England as a teenager and became involved in journalism and shortly after became involved in the military. He left the military however in 1863 after becoming angry with the army's treatment of the Irish, and returned to Ireland the same year. In 1864 he joined the Irish Republi...
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John Boyle O'reilly Poems
BLESSED are Pain, the smiter,
And Sorrow, the uniter!
For one afflicted lies-
A symboled sacrifice- ...
- The Dead Who Died For Ireland
The dead who died for Ireland!
Oh, these are living words
To nerve the hearts of patriots -
to steel avenging swords -...
- Released-january, 1878
On the 5th of January,!878, three of the Irish political prisoners, who had been confined since!866, were set at liberty. The released men were received by their fellow-countrymen in London. 'They are well,' said the report, ' but they look prematurely old.'
THEY are free at last! They can face the sun; ...
- Midnight-september 19, 1881
DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD.
ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veil ...
- Uncle Ned's Tale: An Old Dragoon's Story
I OFTEN, musing, wander back to days long since gone by,
And far-off scenes and long-lost forms arise to fancy's eye.
A group familiar now I see, who all but one are fled,-
My mother, sister Jane, myself, and dear old Uncle Ned. ...
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Melaniejaxn: the red rose whispers of passion, and the white rose breathes of love; o, the red rose is a falcon, and the white rose is a dove. -john boyle o'reilly
Plastic_bio: for the love that is purest and sweetesthas a kiss of desire on the lips. - john boyle o'reilly
Legacy_irish: "how shall i a habit break? as you did that habit make. as you gathered, you must lose; as you yielded, now refuse. thread by thread the strands we twist till they bind us neck and wrist; thread by thread the patient hand must untwine ere free we stand." - john boyle o'reilly
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