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 many of its professional followers. Let it stand alone, an athletic practice, on the same footing as boating or football. — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share
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
