ireland - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Do not forget my charge I beg of you ;
That of what flow'rs you find of fairest
And sweetest odor you do gather
Are best of all the best — a fragrant rose,

Bells are booming down the bohreens,
White the mist along the grass,
Now the Julias,
Maeves and

I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of
And the long hosts of Lugh

Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee

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

Tell me if you still wait for me there,
For my absence was a scar on your face,
The broken strings of your harp.
Do you feel home, cut from the others