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Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise. - [Circumstance] There's luck in odd numbers. - [Proverbs] A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping. - Angel's Whisper [Babyhood] Her beads while she numbered, The baby still slumbered, And smile in her face, as she bended her knee; Oh! bless'd be that warning, My child, thy sleep adorning, For I know that the angels are whispering with thee. - Angel's Whisper [Babyhood] Live and think. - Father Roach [Life] Andy Rooney was a fellow who had the most singularly ingenious knack of doing everything the wrong way; disappointment waited on all affairs in which he bore a part, and destruction was at his fingers' ends; so the nickname the neighbours stuck upon him was Handy Andy, and the jeering jingle pleased them. - Handy Andy [Books (First Lines)] There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell. - My Mother Dear [Motherhood] For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in. - Paddy Blake's Echo [Ballads] For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear. - Rory O'More [Dreams] Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye. - Rory O'More [Smiles] "Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More. - Rory O'More [Luck] In a retired district of the South of Ireland, near some wild hills and a romantic river, a small by-road led to a quiet spot, where, at the end of a little land, or boreen, which was sheltered by some hazel-hedges, stood a cottage which in England would have been considered a poor habitation, but in Ireland was absolutely comfortable, when contrasted with the wretched hovels that most of her peasantry are doomed to dwell in. - Rory O'More (ch. 1) [Books (First Lines)] I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells! - The Four-Leaved Shamrock [Shamrocks] Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow? - The Snow [Snow] Come live in my heart and pay no rent. - Vourneen! when your days were bright [Wooing] Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs. - Widow Machree [Matrimony]
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