And if the eye / Of her adversion were fast fixt on high, / In midst of death 'twere no more fear or pain, / Then 'twas unto Elias to let flie
We ask people all the time, “How many of you are sick and tired of all the praisings you get at work or at home?” Everybody laughs, because most of us do not naturally think of cheering each other on.
James Wilson would have been bewildered and horrified to learn that 150 years later Britain is credited in the Irish folk memory—and general liberal opinion—with callously allowing a million people to starve to death.
That boy is so attractive I drool whenever I see him!
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