Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)
- Dáta
- 1938
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomh
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An Príomhbhailiúchán Lámhscríbhinní, Imleabhar 0485, Leathanach 0352
Íomhá agus sonraí © Cnuasach Bhéaloideas Éireann, UCD.
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ÍoslódáilAr an leathanach seo
- 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)