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HistParl: 2) This is not the only time that William Lenthall faced difficulties during his time in the Speaker's chair. Find out more about Lenthall in this video, part of our 'Parliamentary Leadership series', as Dr Vivienne Larminie discusses his long career:

CLIC_ERC: The revivalist William Larminie died before completing what would have been the first English translation of Eriugena's Periphyseon. He referred to Eriugena as "the Irish Plato," noting "the pantheist cast of his philosophy," and "the affinity of his ideas with those of India."

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HistParl: This is not the only time that William Lenthall faced difficulties during his time in the Speaker's chair. Find out more about Lenthall in this video, part of our 'Parliamentary Leadership series', as Dr Vivienne Larminie discusses his long career.

HistParl: In case you missed it - With the recent controversy surrounding the Speaker of the Commons, Vivienne Larminie explo...

HistParl: With the recent controversy surrounding the Speaker of the House of Commons, Vivienne Larminie offers a report of t...

achilloralhist: We don't choose the story-the story chooses us.Patrick M'Grale (McGreal) Dugort, Achill who relayed several tales t...

Mayo_History: Patrick McGreal from Dugort, Achill was born c.1822. He contributed several tales to William Larminie's West Irish...

IrishPhilosophy: Larminie also translated most of Eriugena ("the Irish Plato") into English . More on Larminie:...

DanMulhall: My featured poet today, William Larminie (1849-1900), civil servant, poet & folklorist whose work prepared the way for Irish lit. revival.

DanMulhall: Let him seek the southern hills & those lakes of loveliest water Where the richest blooms of spring Burn to reddest autumn William Larminie



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