Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change- A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death. — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Prize-Fighting is not the aim of boxing. This noble exercise ought not to be judged by the dishonesty or the low lives of too… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
“Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Every boy in a free country ought to be instructed in boxing, wrestling, and the use of weapons. Every young man ought to be… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
With the advent of chivalry, the art of boxing waned. The evolution of feudal aristocracy, with other and widely different exercises, pastimes and weapons… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings, And tones and symphonies; but our poor skill Some shallow notes from its great music brings. — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
