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Quotations for Saint Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time — a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic. ~Adrienne Cook
Since St. Patrick taught us first the knack of drinking of good whiskey;
'Twas he that brew'd the best of malt, and understood distilling,
For his mother she kept a shebeen shop in the town of Inniskillen!
~Irish Toasts by Shane Na Gael, 1908 [Modified from an Irish song, circa early 1800s.
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure 'tis like a morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.
~Chauncey Olcott & George Graff, Jr. (lyrics), Ernest R. Ball (music)
He was a terror to any snake that came in his path, whether it was the cold, slimy reptile sliding along the ground or the more dangerous snake that oppresses men through false teachings. And he drove the snakes out of the minds of men, snakes of superstition and brutality and cruelty. ~Arthur Brisbane
Oh, while a man may dream awake,
On gentle Irish ground,
'Tis Paradise without the snake -
That's easy to be found.
For 'tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray,
And it's green, green, green, all the happy night and day;
Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall,
And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all.
~Mary Elizabeth Blake
O, the red rose may be fair,
And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three
Takes the very heart of me!
If you're enough lucky to be Irish, you're lucky enough! ~Irish Saying
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St Patrick himself, sure, that set it;
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland;
And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland...
The anniversary of St. Patrick's day: and may the Shamrock be green for ever. ~Irish Toasts by Shane Na Gael, 1908
And about her courts were seen
Liveried angels robed in green,
Wearing, by St Patrick’s bounty,
Emeralds big as half the county.
~Walter Savage Landor
Do you suppose it's true, that St. Patrick was a parselmouth, and his muggle friends never knew? ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), tweet, 2012 March 17th
The shamrock on an older shore
Sprang from a rich and sacred soil
Where saint and hero lived of yore,
And where their sons in sorrow toil.
~Maurice Francis Egen
It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full array
And as we go a-swinging, ev'ry Irish heart is singing:
It's a great, great day...
~Roger Edens, "It's a Great Day for the Irish," Little Nellie Kelly, 1940
What color should be seen
Where our fathers' homes have been
But their own immortal Green?
May luck be our companion
May friends stand by our side
May history remind us all
Of Ireland's faith and pride.
May God bless us with happiness
May love and faith abide.
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.
Wandered from the Antrim hills,
Wandered from the Killalas rills,
Patrick heard upon the breeze
Voices from the Irish seas.
If you hold a four-leaf shamrock in your left hand at dawn on St. Patrick's Day you get what you want very much but haven't wished for. ~Patricia Lynch
With the frost he kindled fire;
Drove the snakes from brake and brier,
Hurling out the writhing brood
With the lightning of his rood.
Along the way, the St. Patrick's Day parade, once a defiant show of strength against Protestant power, gradually declined into a pointless annual march of aging suburbanites and drunken collegians staggering along in funny hats. The good news is that efforts are under way to reconnect the Irish and their parades with their roots in famine, poverty, and despised immigrant status. Commemorations of the famine, both here and in Ireland, have become fundraisers to combat famine in Africa and Asia. ~John Leo, "Of famine and green beer," U.S. News & World Report, 1997 March 24th
When after the Winter alarmin',
The Spring steps in so charmin',
So fresh and arch
In the middle of March,
Wid her hand St. Patrick's arm on...
~Alfred Percival Graves
The list of Irish saints is past counting; but in it all no other figure is so human, friendly, and lovable as St. Patrick — who was an Irishman only by adoption. ~Stephen Gwynn
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth. ~Irish Saying
Wretched excess is an unfortunate human trait that turns a perfectly good idea such as Christmas into a frenzy of last-minute shopping — or attaches the name of St. Patrick to the day of the year that bartenders fear most. ~Jon Anderson