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The Land War & The Culture War

Michael DavittClarles Stewart Parnell

Michael Davitt: Nationalist activist and socialist radical

Charles Stewart Parnell: Irish Nationalist Leader

Captain Charles Boycott

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Charles Stewart Parnells call to ostracise Captain BoycottWhen a man takes a farm from which another has been evicted, you must shun him on the roadside when you meet him you must shun him in the streets of the town you must shun him in the shop you must shun him on the fair green and in the market place, and even in the place of worship, by leaving him alone, by putting him in moral Coventry, by isolating him from the rest of the country, as if he were the leper of old you must show him your detestation of the crime he committed.

Excerpt from the documentary The Story of Ireland, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaoMKQXx8co

The Cultural War

Leaders of the Gaelic Revival early 20th centuryMaude GonnePadraig PearseJ.M. SyngeLady Augusta GregoryDouglas Hyde

Lady Augusta Gregory

The Lake Isle of InnisfreeW. B. Yeats,1865-1939

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnets wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep hearts core.

From James Joyces Ulysses and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them

From Yeats play Catln N HoulihnOLD WOMAN. Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart. When the people see me quiet, they think old age has come on me and that all the stir has gone out of me. But when the trouble is on me I must be talking to my friends.BRIDGET. What was it put you wandering?OLD WOMAN. Too many strangers in the house.BRIDGET. Indeed you look as if you'd had your share of trouble.OLD WOMAN. I have had trouble indeed.BRIDGET. What was it put the trouble on you?OLD WOMAN. My land that was taken from me.PETER. Was it much land they took from you?OLD WOMAN. My four beautiful green fields.

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