More about Bartholomew Dowling
Bartholomew Dowling Quotes
2 Sourced Quotes
We meet neath the sounding rafter,
And the walls around are bare;
As they shout back our peals of laughter
It seems that the dead are there.
Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
'T is all we have left to prize.
A cup to the dead already,—
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
Quote of the day
I do not inveigh against higher education, I simply maintain that the sort of education the colored people of the South stand most in need of, is elementary and industrial. They should be instructed for the work to be done.
Timothy Thomas Fortune
November 20, 1863
Bartholomew Dowling was an Irish author.
Bartholomew Dowling on Wikipedia
Suggest an edit or a new quote
Irish Poet Quotes
19th-century Poet Quotes
Predictions that didn't happen
If it's on the Internet it must be true
Remarkable Last Words (or Near-Last Words)
Philip James Bailey
Letitia Elizabeth Landon