Scoil: Ardlow

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Poet's Lamentation on His Lameness

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   Ah, ruthless, keen ailment, you falsely seize me
   Old, premature age o'er my feathers you throw,
   You left me no pleasures to sooth or to please me
   The woods and the vales you concealed from my view.
   II
   You came unperceived without notice or warning
   I little expected you would call so soon,
   You darkened the radiance of life's pleasing morning
   And brought evening on when I thought 'twas but noon.
   III
   The lark mounts on wing when the morning is breaking
   And hails with delight the perfulgence of day;
   The rose met with dew in the soft breeze of shaking,
   And the face of Dame Nature seems gladsome and gay.
   IV
   Not for me the fields and the meadows are blooming
   Not for me these beauties enamel the plain;
   Ah, me, this cruel ailment my parts "are" consuming
   And seems to find pleasure in my bitter pain.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   John Fitzsimmons

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Ardlow, Co. Cavan