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Moore, Thomas: 'Tis The Last Rose Of Summer

Portre of Moore, Thomas

'Tis The Last Rose Of Summer (English)

Melody - "Groves of Blarney"


'Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rose-bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

Or give sigh for sigh.


I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!

To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping.

Go, sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter

Thy leaves o'er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.


So soon may I follow,

When friendships decay,

And from Love's shining circle

The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered,

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

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Nyár búcsúja rózsa (Hungarian)

A "Groves of Blarney" dallamára


Nyár búcsuja rózsa,

jaj, maga virul;

hogy társa megannyi

hervad, lehull;

rokona nem él már,

bimbó se feszül,

áll árva tüzével,

sóhajt egyedül.


Magányos! Mint hagynám,

ahogy így epedezz!

Alusznak a szépek?

Társuk lehess!

Ágyadra kezemtől

szirmod suhan,

hol annyi hever már



Így tűnjek! ha barátság

már nem üdít;

s fosztják a szerelmek

szép ékköveit!

Ha elszáll a hű szívek

rövid nyara,

ki vágyna e földön

lakozni maga?

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