In my childhood there was every year at my old home, Roxborough, or, as it is called in Irish, Cregroostha, a great sheep-shearing that lasted many days. On the last evening there was always a dance for the shearers and… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Once in my childhood I had been eager to learn Irish; I thought to get leave to take lessons from an old Scripture-reader who… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
I don't know in the world why anyone would consent to be a king, and never to be left to himself, but to be… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It was on the first day of Beltaine, that is called now May Day, the Tuatha de Danaan came, and it was to the… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Napoleon the Third was not much. He died in England, and was buried in a country church-yard much the same as Kiltartan. But Napoleon… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It was at Inver Slane, to the north of Leinster, the sons of Gaedhal of the Shining Armour, the Very Gentle, that were called… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
The time the moon is going back, the blood that is in a person does be weakening, but when the moon is strong, the… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
What makes Ireland inclined toward the drama is that it's a great country for conversation. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
She is a girl would not be afraid to walk the whole world with herself. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
What the Danes left in Ireland were hens and weasels. And when the cock crows in the morning, the country people will always say… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
When death comes, it is not enough to have been charitable; and it is not right to touch the body or lay it out… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
