The singing flame / Earnán O'Malley
| dc.contributor | McGuire, Lori St Antonys College Oxford University Oxford |
| dc.contributor.author | O'Malley, Ernie, 1898-1957 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Dublin |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T16:21:27Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:21:27Z |
| dc.date.created | 1978 |
| dc.date.issued | 1983-14-02 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0574 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0574 |
| dc.description.abstract | Sequel to On another man's wound |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 569 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Use of this resource is restricted in some manner. Usually this means that it is available for non-commercial use only with prior permission of the depositor and on condition that this header is included in its entirety with any copy distributed. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Ireland -- History -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Memoirs |
| dc.title | The singing flame / Earnán O'Malley |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 581780 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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THE ANGLO-IRISH WAR TO JULY 1921 by Ernie O'Malley OC of the 2nd Southern Division IRA OUR area was improving daily, the people were becoming more staunch in their allegiance to the Republic, and the British as a government no longer functioned. They were as they had been over a hundred and fifty years ago, a garrison; a garrison which held the cities and towns and made their influence felt in the countryside by force of arms only. Years ago the country volunteer had been a butt for jokes. Superficial minds could not penetrate beyond his bright-hued cap perched on his head, the way in which he wore his clothes, the peculiarities of his accent and his shyness when in the company of city folk. He might hold himself ungainly, but he had faced disdain and insults and, often enough, parental displeasure; he had fronted public opinion with its major and minor sources of irritation; his sincerity was obvious to all who possessed any themselves. At any rate, his beliefs were worth fighting for . . .
