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and the cheeks blushed of the idle maid)
For what better can a mother do?
This is my only treasure before I die
I had another once – God of mercy!
My eyes cannot weep out his loss (wash away)
Scarcely had the fifth fruit bloomed in the orchard
When she disappeared without a trace Already the wind sweeps over the leaves twelfth of the twelfth year
While the thoughts of the mothers are poisoned by her loss.

When such war destroyed Poland's youth
The villages were deserted, and the fields unploughed
And the woods & the dwelling stood surrounded by fire
In sign of heavenly wrath – with also a whirlwind that overturned
Our houses & rooted out our sheltering trees the foe
Came to us & set our village in fire. Twas the day judgement
Almost sobs & alarm & in the dark night amidst the
Tempest, sped the ploughmen ran to save & defend it
And the hostile soldiers to plunder. Then the our fathers Cottage
Disappeared in the midst of smoke. Then my daughter
My only joy disappeared too without any trace


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Look full into my eye, – Yes Godspodar heaven
that my heart would jump to thee.

He takes Halina and so around before the
youths, he dances gay & whe he retd again to the
music he is stopped and in applause he sings
Say 'Why have I made acquaintance in the
district of Proszow for I would have been with
the Cracovian maids the happiest man in the
world. Blood, not water, governs man – for who
can direct the heart. Man desires & plants
but God decides all."

Halina with dancing step flies before
him. He clapped his hands & pursued her and
when he overtook her he returned again, stood
before her & sung again.

"Fly not! not lovely maid! my hundred
thousand. I will overtake my loss at length&
will never lose it. In a dark wood the bird
flies around. He stoops on the bough, till
mistaken he gathers feathers, & makes his nest."

Now again in his tree he flies before
Halina & so she gayly tries to overtake him.


Identifier: | JB/110/095/002
"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.

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Marginal Summary Numbering

Box

110

Main Headings

Folio number

095

Info in main headings field

Image

002

Titles

wiestaw / a true history / brodzinski

Category

collectanea

Number of Pages

4

Recto/Verso

recto

Page Numbering

Penner

sir john bowring

Watermarks

[[watermarks::[partial britannia with shield motif]]]

Marginals

Paper Producer

Corrections

Paper Produced in Year

Notes public

ID Number

36085

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