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<p>and while he is being overtaken he returned<lb/> | |||
stood before the music & thus sung again<lb/> | |||
"My Landlord! you cannot believe how dearly I <del>by</del> <add>buy</add><lb/> | |||
thy horses. I have spent the money & lose my<lb/> | |||
heart into the bargain. Strike up musicians,<lb/> | |||
for I am grieved – by despair. Ill return home<lb/> | |||
with <del>it</del> my horse but my heart must be here</p> | |||
<p>She gave him her hand. She in the<lb/> | |||
<unclear>arch</unclear> of youth sang gaily & while he <unclear>hoped</unclear><lb/> | |||
to sing another song the drowsy musician <gap/><lb/> | |||
to play.</p> | |||
<p>At this time Halina covered with blushes flew behind the table<lb/> | |||
to place herself amidst the matron villagers – and to the<lb/> | |||
<gap/> & to the Matrons, Wiesƚaw made his bows Hidden<lb/> | |||
murmurs ran around. He remained long at this hospitable<lb/> | |||
feast when the bride-day whitened (gilded) the<lb/> | |||
mountains he <del>took</del> <add>bid</add> farewell in a lamentable<lb/> | |||
plight – having in his year songs & music running<lb/> | |||
– in his heart troubles – for his thoughts against<lb/> | |||
his will – rested on Halina.</p> | |||
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and while he is being overtaken he returned
stood before the music & thus sung again
"My Landlord! you cannot believe how dearly I by buy
thy horses. I have spent the money & lose my
heart into the bargain. Strike up musicians,
for I am grieved – by despair. Ill return home
with it my horse but my heart must be here
She gave him her hand. She in the
arch of youth sang gaily & while he hoped
to sing another song the drowsy musician
to play.
At this time Halina covered with blushes flew behind the table
to place herself amidst the matron villagers – and to the
& to the Matrons, Wiesƚaw made his bows Hidden
murmurs ran around. He remained long at this hospitable
feast when the bride-day whitened (gilded) the
mountains he took bid farewell in a lamentable
plight – having in his year songs & music running
– in his heart troubles – for his thoughts against
his will – rested on Halina.
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003 |
wiestaw / a true history / brodzinski |
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collectanea |
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sir john bowring |
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