Стихи и рассказы в категории Ireland. Читать онлайн

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Про "Піррову перемогу",
Надіслав листа,
Який ледь не вигорів на сонці,

STILLED are the winds, scarce heard far ocean’s roar;
And maiden waves creep coyly to the shore,
Tinged with the purest blush of closing even.
Behold yon hills that catch the glow of heaven!…

BROAD, blue, and deep, the Bay of Donegal
Spreads north and south and far a-west before
The beetling cliffs sublime, and shattered wall
Where the O’Clery’s name is known no more.…

Tell me if you still wait for me there,
For my absence was a scar on your face,
The broken strings of your harp.

RIVER of billows, to whose mighty heart
The tide-wave rushes of the Atlantic sea;
River of quiet depths, by cultured lea,
Romantic wood, or city’s crowded mart;…

WITH deep affection
And recollection,
I often think of
The Shandon bells,…

WHAT ruined shapes of feudal pomp are there,
In the cold moonlight fading silently?
The castle, with its stern, baronial air,
Still frowning, as accustomed to defy;…

Свершится, Эрин! Остров уязвленный
Зазеленеет, солнцем озаренный,
И ветерок, над нивами паря,
Обдаст теплом окружные моря!…

We have fought so much for the nation
In the tents we helped to divide;
Shall the cause of our common fathers
On our earthstones lie denied?…