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<p>Thus speaking, a tender farewell he gave,<lb/> | |||
While fondly he held him locked to his breast:<lb/> | |||
His armour in haste the young hero brave<lb/> | |||
Put on; with a golden helmet he prest<lb/> | |||
The ringlets soft of his golden hair;<lb/> | |||
But ere to the armed bands came he,<lb/> | |||
In the midst of a train of Ladies fair,<lb/> | |||
His Love he beheld on a balcony.</p> | |||
<p>The youthful Eliza was lovely to see,<lb/> | |||
Her heart was to Love and to glory true,<lb/> | |||
The rose, the queen of the flowers, was she,<lb/> | |||
In the bloom of its beauty bathed in dew.<lb/> | |||
The youth all admired her near and far,<lb/> | |||
But her heart and her hand on him she bestowed,<lb/> | |||
Whose hand was the first in the ranks of war,<lb/> | |||
And with love and with glory whose bosom glowed.</p> | |||
<p>Before his Love <add>Lady</add> in his armour clear<lb/> | |||
Came the hero young, and in accents low<lb/> | |||
And gentle, he sighed, "O <del>Maiden</del> <add>Lady</add> dear!<lb/> | |||
To thee all the sweets of my life I owe:<lb/> | |||
To the dreary field of danger and death<lb/> | |||
"Send thy thoughts and thy prayers, O <del>Lady!</del><add>Maiden</add> with me,<lb/> | |||
"And the last of my blood and the last of my breath<lb/> | |||
"Shall gladly be spent for my country and thee!"</p> | |||
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Thus speaking, a tender farewell he gave,
While fondly he held him locked to his breast:
His armour in haste the young hero brave
Put on; with a golden helmet he prest
The ringlets soft of his golden hair;
But ere to the armed bands came he,
In the midst of a train of Ladies fair,
His Love he beheld on a balcony.
The youthful Eliza was lovely to see,
Her heart was to Love and to glory true,
The rose, the queen of the flowers, was she,
In the bloom of its beauty bathed in dew.
The youth all admired her near and far,
But her heart and her hand on him she bestowed,
Whose hand was the first in the ranks of war,
And with love and with glory whose bosom glowed.
Before his Love Lady in his armour clear
Came the hero young, and in accents low
And gentle, he sighed, "O Maiden Lady dear!
To thee all the sweets of my life I owe:
To the dreary field of danger and death
"Send thy thoughts and thy prayers, O Lady!Maiden with me,
"And the last of my blood and the last of my breath
"Shall gladly be spent for my country and thee!"
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the death of stephen polacki, a historical tale / by julian niemcewicz |
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