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<p>and the cheeks blushed of the idle maid)<lb/> | |||
For what better can a mother do?<lb/> | |||
This is my only treasure before I die<lb/> | |||
I had another once – God of mercy!<lb/> | |||
My eyes cannot weep out his loss (wash away)<lb/> | |||
Scarcely had the fifth fruit bloomed in the orchard<lb/> | |||
When she disappeared without a trace | |||
Already the wind sweeps over the leaves <add><del>twelfth</del></add> of the twelfth year<lb/> | |||
While the thoughts of the mother<del>s</del> are poisoned by her loss.</p> | |||
<p>When <unclear>such</unclear> war destroyed Poland's youth<lb/> | |||
The villages were deserted, and the fields unploughed<lb/> | |||
And the woods & the dwelling stood surrounded by fire<lb/> | |||
In sign of heavenly wrath – <del>with</del> <add>also</add> a whirlwind that <add>overturned</add><lb/> | |||
Our houses & rooted out our sheltering trees the foe<lb/> | |||
Came to us & set our village in fire. Twas the day judgement<lb/> | |||
Almost sobs & alarm <del>&</del> | |||
<add>in</add> the dark night amidst the<lb/> | |||
Tempest, sped the ploughmen ran to save <add>& defend</add> it<lb/> | |||
And the <add>hostile</add> soldiers to plunder. Then <del>the</del> our fathers Cottage<lb/> | |||
Disappeared in the midst of smoke. Then my daughter<lb/> | |||
My only joy disappeared too without any trace</p> | |||
<pb/> | |||
<p>Look full into my eye, – Yes Godspodar heaven<lb/> | |||
that my heart would jump to thee.</p> | |||
<p>He takes Halina and so around before the<lb/> | |||
youths, he dances gay & whe he ret<hi rend="superscript">d</hi> again to the<lb/> | |||
music he is stopped and in applause he sings<lb/> | |||
Say 'Why have I made <del><gap/></del> acquaintance in the<lb/> | |||
district of Proszow for I would have been with<lb/> | |||
the Cracovian maids the happiest man in the<lb/> | |||
world. Blood, not water, governs man – for who<lb/> | |||
can direct the heart. Man desires & plants<lb/> | |||
but God decides all."</p> | |||
<p>Halina with dancing step flies before<lb/> | |||
him. He clapped his hands & pursued her and<lb/> | |||
when he overtook her he returned again, stood<lb/> | |||
before her & sung again.</p> | |||
<p>"Fly not! not lovely maid! my hundred<lb/> | |||
thousand. I will overtake my loss at length&<lb/> | |||
will never lose it. In a dark wood the bird<lb/> | |||
flies around. He stoops on the bough, till<lb/> | |||
mistaken he gathers feathers, & makes his nest."</p> | |||
<p>Now <del>again</del> in his tree he flies before<lb/> | |||
Halina & <del>so</del> <add>she</add> <unclear>gayly</unclear> tries to overtake him.</p> | |||
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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.
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wiestaw / a true history / brodzinski |
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sir john bowring |
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