Scoil: Glassalts (uimhir rolla 1239)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Village on the Brae (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Across the fields that rustic path still runs; Still, nutters seek the glen; the golden whins Are flourished on the brass, where corncrakes call On Sunday afternoons they still play ball At the same gable where they used to play; And carts come down the road each market day. But, yet there's many a change since day of yore - The village Gossip makes his rounds no more! Like his compeers, he's vanished from the scene - Above his grave the grass has long been green Swept by the hand of Time, that moves space Another generation takes their place!

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   Sábháil Cealaigh

   Conas tras-scríobh a dhéanamh »

   Má chliceálann tú ar an gcnaipe sábhála, glacann tú leis go mbeidh do shaothar ar fáil faoi cheadúnas Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License agus gur leor nasc chuig dúchas.ie mar aitreabúideacht.

2. Hallow-Eve

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Hallow-Eve
   All the fairy folk of ireland -and there must be millions in it—
   Will repair, to-night, to Aileach when their high king gives the call.
   From thench to ride o’re Ireland, and it won’t take them a minute
   To cross a thousand moorlands and a hundred mountains tall.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh