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<p>A gory strife ensued;<lb/> | |||
There were lightnings of death bringing fires<lb/> | |||
There was splitting of <del>hard</del> helmets<lb/> | |||
There was hissing of arrows in the air</p> | |||
<p>The <unclear>dauntless</unclear> Chieftain fought<lb/> | |||
But He fought in a <del>parlous</del> dangerous <del>strife</del> <add>crowd</add><lb/> | |||
Struck with an arrow in the breast<lb/> | |||
He fell – an everlasting sleep embraced him.</p> | |||
<p><del>So the death of their gallant chief<lb/> | |||
Rendered <add>fruitless</add> the victory of the poles</del><lb/> | |||
The victory was in the hands of the Poles<lb/> | |||
<del>But</del> The death of their <del>her</del> Chief rendered it <add>fruitless</add><lb/> | |||
The valour is turned to <add>the</add> sorrow<lb/> | |||
The warriors thronged his body.</p> | |||
<p>They clean of blood his wounds<lb/> | |||
They wash it with their tears<lb/> | |||
On their shields they lay his mortal remains<lb/> | |||
The hope of the <unclear>being</unclear> <del>of</del> and of father-land.</p> | |||
<p>In the midst of a green <add>woody</add> wold<lb/> | |||
They heaped for him a high tomb<lb/> | |||
And hung his splendid armour<lb/> | |||
On <del>the</del> you while (<unclear>sharff</unclear> ?) red in blood</p> | |||
<p><del>Thlt</del> Thother went his unfortunate love<lb/> | |||
There she lived days of grief<lb/> | |||
<unclear>There</unclear> From the <del>morn</del> <add>eve</add> to the morn<lb/> | |||
Weeping his lament<del>s</del> of love.</p> | |||
<p>"Sleep noble hero in sweet repose<lb/> | |||
Amid this shade of the <del>silent</del> <add>solitary</add> wood<lb/> | |||
Let the moon shine over thy silent grave<lb/> | |||
With Her friendly light</p> | |||
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A gory strife ensued;
There were lightnings of death bringing fires
There was splitting of hard helmets
There was hissing of arrows in the air
The dauntless Chieftain fought
But He fought in a parlous dangerous strife crowd
Struck with an arrow in the breast
He fell – an everlasting sleep embraced him.
So the death of their gallant chief
Rendered fruitless the victory of the poles
The victory was in the hands of the Poles
But The death of their her Chief rendered it fruitless
The valour is turned to the sorrow
The warriors thronged his body.
They clean of blood his wounds
They wash it with their tears
On their shields they lay his mortal remains
The hope of the being of and of father-land.
In the midst of a green woody wold
They heaped for him a high tomb
And hung his splendid armour
On the you while (sharff ?) red in blood
Thlt Thother went his unfortunate love
There she lived days of grief
There From the morn eve to the morn
Weeping his laments of love.
"Sleep noble hero in sweet repose
Amid this shade of the silent solitary wood
Let the moon shine over thy silent grave
With Her friendly light
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duma - polacki by niemcewicz |
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sir john bowring |
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