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<p><head>Duma – Glinski by Niemcewicz  p 486.</head></p>
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<p>In the dreary gloom of the subterranean Vaults<lb/>
 
Whether the gladdening beam of sun had no access.<lb/>
 
Where <del>on</del> a <del>scanty</del> lamp hung<del>ing down from the cei <add>from the ceiling</add></del> down from the dark ceiling<lb/>
 
Threw around a <del>dim and</del> scanty dim light<lb/>
Glinski <add>so</add> famous by <del>treas</del> victories and crime<lb/>
Spent his days in misery, gnawn by the stings of conscience.</p>
<p>His forhead was ploughed (<unclear>sillonć</unclear>) <add>durchfurcht</add> by years and grief<lb/>
His grey hair dishevelled fell in disorder<lb/>
The sockets without eyes, covered with blood<lb/>
On his face were engraver the scars of long sufferings<lb/>
His head inclined on one hand he sat –<lb/>
Groaned – and made the dungeon resound with his <add>bitter</add> complaining.</p>
<p>With him was his only Child his daughter<lb/>
The model of virtue, grace and youth<lb/>
She <add>rather would</add> reign<del>ed</del> the sweet inducements of the world and the sweet <add>freedom</add><lb/>
And be the solace of his unfortunate father<lb/>
Cheerfully she <del>abide</del> lived in that dreary dark <unclear>solitated</unclear><lb/>
Wasting the dawn and the bloom of her life</p>
<p>"Father", she said "I beseech you by this tender tears<lb/>
Comfort thyself, cease of thy grief and despair<lb/>
'Tis true, the chains are heavy on thy hands<lb/>
But even in the dungeon the hope is not lost<lb/>
Thou may perchance spend the remainder of thy gray <add>age</add><lb/>
Among thy friends, in the bosom of thy father-land.</p>
<p>'My Fatherland!  Oh, what dreary remembrance!<lb/>
What assemblage of <del>Cr</del> crimes rush at once on my memory.<lb/>
The worn of conscience gnaws at my soul<lb/>
And scares the sweet sleep from <del>my</del> <add>the</add> heavy eyelids<lb/>
<del>Traitor,</del> I overran her <del>with</del> at the head of her enemies,<lb/>
<del>Can</del> No moment of relief can be for a traitor!</p>
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Duma – Glinski by Niemcewicz p 486.

In the dreary gloom of the subterranean Vaults
Whether the gladdening beam of sun had no access.
Where on a scanty lamp hunging down from the cei from the ceiling down from the dark ceiling
Threw around a dim and scanty dim light
Glinski so famous by treas victories and crime
Spent his days in misery, gnawn by the stings of conscience.

His forhead was ploughed (sillonć) durchfurcht by years and grief
His grey hair dishevelled fell in disorder
The sockets without eyes, covered with blood
On his face were engraver the scars of long sufferings
His head inclined on one hand he sat –
Groaned – and made the dungeon resound with his bitter complaining.

With him was his only Child his daughter
The model of virtue, grace and youth
She rather would reigned the sweet inducements of the world and the sweet freedom
And be the solace of his unfortunate father
Cheerfully she abide lived in that dreary dark solitated
Wasting the dawn and the bloom of her life

"Father", she said "I beseech you by this tender tears
Comfort thyself, cease of thy grief and despair
'Tis true, the chains are heavy on thy hands
But even in the dungeon the hope is not lost
Thou may perchance spend the remainder of thy gray age
Among thy friends, in the bosom of thy father-land.

'My Fatherland! Oh, what dreary remembrance!
What assemblage of Cr crimes rush at once on my memory.
The worn of conscience gnaws at my soul
And scares the sweet sleep from my the heavy eyelids
Traitor, I overran her with at the head of her enemies,
Can No moment of relief can be for a traitor!


Identifier: | JB/110/085/001"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.

Date_1

Marginal Summary Numbering

Box

110

Main Headings

Folio number

085

Info in main headings field

Image

001

Titles

duma - glinski by niemcewicz

Category

collectanea

Number of Pages

4

Recto/Verso

recto

Page Numbering

Penner

sir john bowring

Watermarks

ia 1820

Marginals

Paper Producer

fr4

Corrections

Paper Produced in Year

1820

Notes public

ID Number

36075

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