 | John O'Hart - 1976 - Страниц: 984
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 | Judit Nényei - 2002 - Страниц: 182
...Erin, The dew on his robes was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star...native isle of the ocean. Where once, in the flow ofhis youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh'. 25 This digression is "based on... | |
 | Joseph Campbell, Henry Morton Robinson - 2005 - Страниц: 218
...Erin, The dew on his robes was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star...Where once, in the flow of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh." drunken exile with his aching eyes [Joyce himself, as Shem]... | |
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 | C. Van Tiel, M.G. van Neck - 1912 - Страниц: 424
...The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - Страниц: 1106
...The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill ; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing he noontide sultriness, Couched among fallen columns, in the shade Of ruined walls that had survived o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the... | |
 | 1921 - Страниц: 592
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 | C. Van Tiel, M.G. van Neck - 1912 - Страниц: 326
...The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the... | |
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THE EXILE OF ERIN There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion,... 
