The Gaelic Poetry Nook will present poetry both in English and Gaelic.
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Truaighe na h-eorpa
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Europe's Piteous Plight
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Tha mùir shanidhte na h-E òrpa
shios 'nan tòrr air a raointean.
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The finely hewn rampart of Europe
Are down in a heap upon her plains
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Tha an gràbhaladh àrsaidh
Air a sgàineadh is gaorr air.
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Their ancient carvings
Are split and scattered.
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Tha dlùthshreathan a tùirean
'nam mion-sprùidhlich air aomadh
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The close-fitting courses of her towers
are collapsed in small rubble.
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Tha muinntir a tallachan
sgapte air faontra.
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The people of her halls
are wanders dispersed.
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Is luaineach làn airce,
oidhch' is latha a daoine.
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Without ever rest, full of need
are the nights and days of her folk.
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Chaid geurghuth an truaighe
thar cruaidhghàir a gaothan.
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The shrill voice of their pitiful complaining
drowns the hard roaring of her winds.
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Dh'fhalbh bharr na h-E òrpa
train de 'bòidhchead séimh aosda.
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Gone from Europe
is a third of her tranquil, aged beauty.
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Sean termunn na h-ealain,
creidhe meachair na daondachd
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The old sanctuary of the arts,
The tender heart of humanity.
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Och, Rudha na h-Aisia,
Balcan an t-saoghail!
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Alas, she is become a promontory of Asia,
The Balkans of the world!
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| Deorsa Mac Iain Deorsa
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George Campbell Hay
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