Imleabhar: CBÉ 0460 (Cuid 1)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Ancient Pottery (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   [10]
   How throbbed my pulse, how shook my frame, what thrilling awe came oer me
   As Breathless, lifeless, soul-less, lay that honoured clay before me,
   In the dread presence of the Dead how went earth's hopes and pleasures
   How my heart panted for the fount of never failing treasures.

   [11]
   The grave is deep on Forest's side unmarked by cross or column,
   Main's vain attempt to consecrate the sacred and the solemn,
   The ash-tree waves her soft-green leaves, the daisy opes her blossom,
   Where lowly lies the place of rest on earth's maternal bosom.

   [12]
   As the beloved of latter days in converse sweet sat round me,
   These pensive visions of the past upon the mountain found me,
   So did I muse on Forth's sad side on that bright Summer morning

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Dáta

   31 Iúil 1937

   Cineál míre

   Seanchas

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Modh scríbhneoireachta

   Lámhscríofa

   Script scríbhneoireachta

   Cló Gaelach

   Bailitheoir

   • Domhnall de Buitléir

   Faisnéiseoir

   • Tomás Ó Ciaráin