It looks like a general folder to me containing pictures he downloaded from the internet. One of Joseph Plunkett's most famous poems is called 'The Presence of God' sometimes known as 'I See His Blood Upon the Rose'. I set it to music in 2016 to mark the centenary of the 1916 Rising. Here's the link: - th-cam.com/video/fzMfz2Abhho/w-d-xo.html
It would have been nice of you could have spoken a little clearer & little slower, & For people in other part of the world, as your accent is so strong, it was difficult to understand you. You did not tell the complete story, you did not mention what Oliver Plunkett wrote on the wall of his cell, as the Poet that he was, I see his blood upon the Rose & in the stars the Glory of his eyes, his body gleams amid the Eternal snows, and his tears fall from the skies I see his face in every flower, the thunder & the singing of the birds are but his voice , & carven by his power, Rocks are his written words. All pathways by his feet are worn, his strong heart stirs the ever beating sea, His crown of Thorns is found in every thorn, His cross in every Tree. 💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛 Happy St. Patrick's Day To all the Irish in Eire.
I live across the road from the cemetery. I must visit the grave again.
God bless all the freedom fighters 🇮🇪☘️
I did that tour once and sang the song Grace there. It was an honour to do so.
Grace is my grandpas mom ❤️
😂😂😂 grace never remarried. Kids out of marriage was frowned upon back then so.im gonna assume you're waffling.
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK WITH THE NICE PICTURES IS CALLED TANK YOU
It looks like a general folder to me containing pictures he downloaded from the internet. One of Joseph Plunkett's most famous poems is called 'The Presence of God' sometimes known as 'I See His Blood Upon the Rose'. I set it to music in 2016 to mark the centenary of the 1916 Rising. Here's the link: - th-cam.com/video/fzMfz2Abhho/w-d-xo.html
It would have been nice of you could have spoken a little clearer &
little slower, &
For people in other part of the world, as your accent is so strong, it was difficult to understand you. You did not tell the complete story, you did not mention what Oliver
Plunkett wrote on the wall of his cell, as the Poet that he was, I see his blood upon the Rose & in the stars the Glory of his eyes, his body gleams amid the Eternal snows, and his tears fall from the skies
I see his face in every flower, the thunder & the singing of the birds are but his voice , & carven by his power, Rocks are his written words. All pathways by his feet are worn, his strong heart stirs the ever beating sea, His crown of Thorns is found in every thorn,
His cross in every Tree.
💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛
Happy St. Patrick's Day
To all the Irish in Eire.