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Deceitful is thy hope, unfortunate noble youth
Nations like man disappear, and rife not from the graves
Rome, too, was mighty, and mighty his rulers
They bound the whole domains in their chains
But She sunk in ruins; for time subdues all
All like the fruit, blooms ripens and falls.

The Pole

The Romans rose by the iron force of arms
The sword subdued, and the Chains held
With us, the iron was ploughshare, the our gold the ears of corn,
Our Horse alike to war and to plough, and the sickle used often to defense.
We ploughed only that earth which left us our ancestors.
Upon On the skirts of our own boundaries we stuck our swords and spears
And just when we purpose meant to crown our freedom with social order
The foreign foes over whelmed ran our domains.
I know, The death knell of my country is not yet sounded
While a patriotic the spirit of pervading be running in blood of every Son, watches over it.
When the Romans did not feel the worth of liberty, they fell:
But we. We are ready to to go even at the end of the world to fight for it.

The Italian

The same Sun shines alike on the globe.
Wherever one loves and is loved, there is his country.
Here exile as let this joyous land be by happy retreat!
Here the fragrant olive, here the oranges bloom
Lay aside yo that deceitful for that betraying armour; and here settle with us
And do not weep thy country on the Ruins of Rome Rome.

The Pole

Thoughting country Samartia's places fields, lay under a severer climate
Though they do not produce either vines grapes nor balmy olives
Those pleasing to me are the plains stretching along the Carpaths
Where the cornfields wave like the sea russled by the winds
The ears bending their heads crowned with blue sky-blue azure.
And the bowels of the mountains furnish the war-repelling iron


Identifier: | JB/110/068/002
"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.

Date_1

Marginal Summary Numbering

Box

110

Main Headings

Folio number

068

Info in main headings field

Image

002

Titles

the legionist by brodzinski

Category

collectanea

Number of Pages

4

Recto/Verso

recto

Page Numbering

Penner

sir john bowring

Watermarks

ia 1820

Marginals

Paper Producer

fr4

Corrections

Paper Produced in Year

1820

Notes public

ID Number

36058

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