Scoil: An Bháinseach (C.) (uimhir rolla 11965)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

   “Before the year of '98, decided Ireland's way-ward fate.”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   And the luxurious sin of festive halls.
   Where flaming hearts and flaming wines,
   Invite the passions all to dine,
   She died: her actions were recorded,
   Whether in heaven or hill rewarded, I know not,
   But her time was given.
   Without a thought of hell or heaven.
   Her days and nights she spent in mirth
   And made her genial heaven of earth,
   She never dreamt at balls or dinners, that there was a hell to punish sinners.
   But quick time draws its rapid measure
   Across the path of worldly pleasure.
   A beam of light mid cloudy shadows.
   Passing along Autumn meadows
   A ware that splashes on the shore.
   Retires and is beheld no more,
   A star that sparkles on the tide
   Passing shadows soon shall hide
   An echo heard upon the hill dies on the wind and all is still.
   Such and so frail is the condition of earthly joys, and mans ambition.
   But death steals behind the smile of joy.
   With a weapon ready to destroy.
   And if a 100 years were passed, it is sure to have

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

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   Béarla

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   William Doherty

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