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<p><head>The Death of Stephen Potocki,<lb/> | |||
'' | A Historical Tale<lb/> | ||
by<lb/> | |||
Julian Niemcewicz.</head><lb/> | |||
(About The middle of the 17<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> century.</p> | |||
<p>Come, youthful heroes, and listen my lays,<lb/> | |||
And the mournful strains of my plaintive lyre;<lb/> | |||
Set a tale of the deeds of ancient days<lb/> | |||
In your bosoms awaken true glory's fire:<lb/> | |||
Come, hear how a bright unperishing wreath<lb/> | |||
Of Fame was gained by a warrior young,<lb/> | |||
Who died for his country, a glorious death,<lb/> | |||
While the fierce din of combat around him rung.</p> | |||
<p>The rebel Cossacks desolation had spread<lb/> | |||
Wide over Podolia's fertile plain;<lb/> | |||
In the cavern'd cliffs where the Mothers had fled,<lb/> | |||
Re-echoed the wildly lamenting strain:<lb/> | |||
The ploughman deserted his plough; all around<lb/> | |||
The peasants away were to slavery torn;<lb/> | |||
With his maid in the chains of captivity bound<lb/> | |||
The Shepherd went rather than leave her forlorn.</p> | |||
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The Death of Stephen Potocki,
A Historical Tale
by
Julian Niemcewicz.
(About The middle of the 17th century.
Come, youthful heroes, and listen my lays,
And the mournful strains of my plaintive lyre;
Set a tale of the deeds of ancient days
In your bosoms awaken true glory's fire:
Come, hear how a bright unperishing wreath
Of Fame was gained by a warrior young,
Who died for his country, a glorious death,
While the fierce din of combat around him rung.
The rebel Cossacks desolation had spread
Wide over Podolia's fertile plain;
In the cavern'd cliffs where the Mothers had fled,
Re-echoed the wildly lamenting strain:
The ploughman deserted his plough; all around
The peasants away were to slavery torn;
With his maid in the chains of captivity bound
The Shepherd went rather than leave her forlorn.
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