Parnell and His IslandS. Sonnenschein, Lowrey & Company, 1887 - 254 lappuses This collection of essays, first published in 1886, represent Moore's interpretation of life in Ireland in the early 1880s. Moore, the eldest son of a Catholic landlord and Home Rule MP, spares neither landlords nor tenants, priests or nationalists in his narratives. His depictions of the Irish landscape are often lyrical and memorable and he gives a vivid impression of the atmosphere of the country in the short period between the Land War and the Plan of Campaign. -- Publisher description. |
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