Scoil: Kildalkey (C.) (uimhir rolla 868)

Suíomh:
Cill Dealga, Co. na Mí
Múinteoir:
Máire Nic Dhiarmada
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0695, Leathanach 157

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0695, Leathanach 157

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  1. XML Scoil: Kildalkey (C.)
  2. XML Leathanach 157
  3. XML “A Legend of Frayne”

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Ar an leathanach seo

  1. (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    And muse there on the grand sublime.
    Like days from angel eyes divine
    Then may we see the starries shine,
    And crested Luna's silver train
    Come trailing o'er the blue domain,
    And shimmer on some ancient dome
    That points the path away to home.
    And sweet it is just then to stray,
    When Zephyrs toss the hazel spray,
    And true love tell in tender tone
    To one whose heart is virtue's throne.
    When toil was done, by beauteous Frayne
    Thus musing wandered Con O'Shane,
    One evening when dropped crystal dew
    From skies of purple, gold and blue.
    Where lingering longer to delay
    Erewhile seemed the bright god of day,
    Till in resplendent glory drest
    He sank to clasp th' unfettered West,
    That land of thine for Freedom won,
    Eternal, peerless Washington III
    And strayed he by the sighing grove,
    Intent to meet his rural love,
    Right well the pathway did he know,
    Nor heard he she'd some other go.
    Soon bounding lightly o'er the lea,
    With tread like fawn, elastic, free,
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
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