“ Freedom has not come to Ireland; it has been "warred down and kept out of sight"; but it has been kept in the Irish heart, from Brian Boru to Robert Emmet, by a long tale of blood shed always in the same cause. Freedom is kept alive in man's blood only by the shedding of that blood. It was this they were seeking, those splendid "scorners of death", the lads and young men of Mayo, who awaited with a fearless joy the advance of the English army fresh from the defeat of Humbert in 1798. ”
Summary
The Glories of Ireland, an anonymous work dating back to the 18th century and centered on the Irish fight for independence, examines the nation’s historical endurance, cultural heritage, and lasting character. Concentrating on themes of opposition to English rule, the significance of Irish art and folklore, and the influence of the diaspora worldwide, it interlaces stories of courageous resistance, from ancient conflicts to the 1798 uprising.
The text also emphasizes Ireland’s natural splendor, its medieval artistic accomplishments, and the contradiction of its ravaged past, portraying freedom as a legacy stained with blood. Published in New York, it presents Ireland as a birthplace of unwavering identity, its splendors carved into both land and remembrance.
Quotes from The Glories of Ireland ()
“ The influences that begot this reverence for freedom lie in the island itself no less than in the remote ancestry of the people. Whoever looks upon Ireland cannot conceive it as the parent of any but freemen. Climate and soil here unite to tell man that brotherhood, and not domination, constitutes the only nobility for those who call this fair shore their motherland. The Irish struggle for liberty owes as much, perhaps, to the continuing influence of the same lakes and rivers and the same mountains as to the survival of any political fragments of the past. ”
“ The Irishman called O'Neill, O'Brien, O'Donnell, steps out of a past well-nigh co-eval with the heroisms and tragedies that uplifted Greece and laid Troy in ashes, and swept the Mediterranean with an Odyssey of romance that still gives its name to each chief island, cape, and promontory of the mother sea of Europe. Ireland, too, steps out of a story just as old. Well nigh every hill or mountain, every lake or river, bears the name today it bore a thousand, two thousand, years ago, and one recording some dramatic human or semi-divine event. ”
