Scoil: Ardlow

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Debate with the Devil (ar lean)

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Then by His orders you were headlong driven And dismissed for ever from the gates of Heaven Without resistance you were put to flight And all was lost in that disastrous fight. Then you and all the faithless Angels fell Down a vast space to a place called Hell There to remain in long perpetual woe Endless pain in the dark shades below. Come, skulking Satan, correct me now But sir, you can't because you know not how For I have truth and reason on my side You have deception, vanity and pride. And I maintain before your fatal fall There was no such thing as any sin at all This is a truth concludes and covers all.

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2. Lenningson's Boar

   

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   The following verses were written about the year 1826. There was a farmer named John Tennyson who lived near the poet. He kept a boar that roamed at will about the roads. His tusks grew remarkably long, so long that they looked like horns. At the same time there was an Excise man or gauger named Breakey whose duty was chasing after stills and poteen makers, also taking up yarn in the markets. Yarn was dear at the time and for years he robbed the popular industry of the poor. He seized all the yarn he could lay hands on without restraint

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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