Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Exile's Yearning

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   There's no rapture in this evening for an evile far from home; The birds' sweet songs are silenced, or bear a plaintive tone; The woodthrush's song is throbbin' in a solemn dirge-like moan, And the blackbird and the robin answer in an undertone. Over to me from the woodland not a smilin' echo floats; All the little birds are lonesome, they forget their happy notes. There's not a tender plainin' where the little streams are young; The birds and brooks are talkin' in a foreign unknown tongue. The clear--voiced thrushes tremble as they chant their evenin' hymn;

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Cineál míre

   Seanchas

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Modh scríbhneoireachta

   Lámhscríofa

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   Cló Rómhánach

   Faisnéiseoir

   • John J. Walsh