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History of Ireland--lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere--no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?

William Allingham

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
Poet
Writer
Everywhere
Lawlessness
Hatred
Robbery
Blind
Heroism
Principles
Ireland
History
Selfishness
Done
Oppression
Revenge
Principle

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