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<p>All that elevates one among the rest of mankind<lb/> | |||
'' | All that makes him great is peace and war<lb/> | ||
Power riches, <del>courage</del> beauty, courage<lb/> | |||
With all nature has profoundly endowed me.<lb/> | |||
I <del>want</del> wanted but to deck my temples with victorian laurels<lb/> | |||
And Fortune adorned me even with these.</p> | |||
<p>The Tartar hordes <del>countless</del> numberless like swarms of <sic>lucusts</sic><lb/> | |||
Overrun their Lithuania's and <unclear>Vollunia's</unclear> districts<lb/> | |||
Commited plunder, carried away rich booty<lb/> | |||
Sparing neither age nor sex.<lb/> | |||
The remnants of towns and villages lay in smoke and ashes<lb/> | |||
The Children and mothers butchered in gore.</p> | |||
<p>To check the calamity, I pursue the invaders<lb/> | |||
Who lay widely encamped, confident in their numbers.<lb/> | |||
At the head of my vallient troups I attacked them.<lb/> | |||
The battle ended but late in a murky eve<lb/> | |||
And the <del>waters of</del> Niemen waters swoln with the corpses | |||
<del>With</del> And blood of the Infidels overswam the fields around.</p> | |||
<p>King Alexander was lying on his <del>be</del> death-bed.<lb/> | |||
His court and subjects <del>weeped</del> lamented his loss;<lb/> | |||
When the news were brought <add>him</add> of the defeat of the Tartars<lb/> | |||
A reviving ray <del>of joy lighted over</del> brightened over his overcast forhead<lb/> | |||
"With joy then" he said "I descend <del>to</del> into the tomb<lb/> | |||
Since I leave Poland victorious."</p> | |||
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All that elevates one among the rest of mankind
All that makes him great is peace and war
Power riches, courage beauty, courage
With all nature has profoundly endowed me.
I want wanted but to deck my temples with victorian laurels
And Fortune adorned me even with these.
The Tartar hordes countless numberless like swarms of lucusts
Overrun their Lithuania's and Vollunia's districts
Commited plunder, carried away rich booty
Sparing neither age nor sex.
The remnants of towns and villages lay in smoke and ashes
The Children and mothers butchered in gore.
To check the calamity, I pursue the invaders
Who lay widely encamped, confident in their numbers.
At the head of my vallient troups I attacked them.
The battle ended but late in a murky eve
And the waters of Niemen waters swoln with the corpses
With And blood of the Infidels overswam the fields around.
King Alexander was lying on his be death-bed.
His court and subjects weeped lamented his loss;
When the news were brought him of the defeat of the Tartars
A reviving ray of joy lighted over brightened over his overcast forhead
"With joy then" he said "I descend to into the tomb
Since I leave Poland victorious."
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sir john bowring |
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