Black case with poem by Constance Lamb.
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- c. 1885-1901
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Black pocket sleeve with lid which contains a poem and small drawings by Constance Plunkett-Johnston.
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Black case with poem by Constance Lamb.
Part of Woodfield Papers
Black pocket sleeve with lid which contains a poem and small drawings by Constance Plunkett-Johnston.
Page of materials belonging to Maria Blanche Plunkett-Johnston.
Part of Woodfield Papers
Sheet of paper to which is attached: A letter from Dalkeith Holmes Plunkett-Johnston; golden anniversary announcement of David Charles Bell and Ellen Adine Bell from 13 October 1890; Invitation to Lizzie Fuller; postcard addressed to Maria Blanche Plunkett-Johnston; two address cards of Charles Bolton Johnston at Tudor Lodge; envelope addressed to Charlotte Johnston at Tudor Lodge; and a poem written by Alice Maude Peppard Cooke for Charles Bolton Johnston and Charlotte Johnston after the death of their daughter Agnes Johnston.
Art portfolio of Reverend Adam Lamb.
Part of Woodfield Papers
Poems, sketches, and drawings of Adam Lamb, kept in paper mache cover.
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Painting and poem done in the style of an illuminated manuscript page. Created my Adam Lamb 29 November 1922.
Lamb Family
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Handwritten transcription of Lord Macaulay's Riddle.
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Poetry found loose in the collection, some of which was written by Dalkeith Holmes Plunkett-Johnston.
"Gems of Sacred Poetry" pocket book.
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A miniature copy of the sixth edition of "Gems of Sacred Poetry," printed in London for the Religious Tract Society. The inside cover has an inscription, "J E Daunt, 11 Windlor Road, Plymouth."
Lamb Family
"The mills of God grind slowly
But they grind exceeding small
For England you can plainly see
The writing on the wall"
Malachy Lynam, Hut 31, Rath Internment Camp
Verse by Denis (Dinny) Pender, Internee 1076, Hut 26:
'You have asked me to write in your Auts
But I don't know where to begin
For there's nothing original in me
Except for original sin'
Verse by Pádraig Ó Treasaigh (Laois):
'We meet again, the master and the student
The one a sadder but a wiser man, the other still imprudent
But age and youth, have one same thought
That Erin's soul shall ne'er be bought.
Soon may her Freedom's star arise
And soon may be her foe's demise.
Then you and I from fetters free
Shall haste to Leix and Offaly.
But we together shall come again
As free, unfettered, unshackled men.
And then we'll fill and quaff the glass
That ours and Erin's dawn has come at last.'