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  • After Death
    Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, oh, my country?
    Shall mine eyes behold thy glory?
    Or shall the darkness close around them ere the sun-blaze
    Break at last upon thy story?...
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Death 1 Heart 1 Silence 1 Sister 1 Sorrow 1 Sun 1 Sweet 1 Hear 1 Country 1 Mouth 1


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Kilmainhamopw: fanny kelly from abbeyleix was arrested on 20 march 1923 and sent to kilmainham. named after fanny parnell, her father was a prisoner in the gaol during the land war in the 1880s. her letter from 29 april 1923 references the hungerstikes of mary mcswiney and kate o’callaghan 5/6
Thisdayirish: anna catherine parnell, born in rathdrum, co wicklow in 1852. anna and her sister fanny parnell founded the new york ladies' land league in 1880, and in 1881, anna was leader of the newly-created ladies' land league, which sought to help poor tenant farmers.
Princetoninfo: read how the region's poets have written about romance throughout the ages in these love poems of the past and present, just in time for the fanny parnell poetry project event in bordentown on sunday, february 5.
Irishamericamus: when john parnell died, charles moved with delia & his two sisters, anna & fanny, to boston, massachusetts, & later to paris. anna returned to the us in 1879 with fanny; they raised money for famine relief & campaign funds for charles’ first us tour.
Marybrosnahan: “1848- birth of fanny parnell, land league agitator and sister of charles stewart parnell.” it’s rallying call: “the land of ireland for the people of ireland" aimed at strengthening the hold on the land by the peasant irish away from (british) landowners.
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
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