Scoil: An Mhainistir, Móin Rátha (uimhir rolla 14243)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

   “John Keegan was born of humble parents in a village by the Nore...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   I never thought of sad times when
   These things would pass away
   I see them now as in a dream
   Those joys so long gone by
   Like withered flowers all dead they seem
   As in a heap they lie
   I see a fireside all gay and bright
   With smiles, and faces fair
   And costly gems, neath many a light
   Are -- there"

   "Oh search that heart and see
   And from my bosom tear the past
   That beats not there to thee.
   "Carriages without horses shall go
   And accidents fill the world with woe;
   Around the world thoughts shall fly,
   In the twinkling if an eye".

   I stand alone beside the surging main
   That moaneth on the solitary shore
   And swiftly to my memory comes again
   Days of yore.
   Once more we seem to wander hand - in hand
   In shadowy gloaming of an Autumn day
   Along the level tract of yellow and Mid twilight gray.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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