The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival With a biographical sketch |
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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[I. The rose now blooms,—with love my bosom heaves]
“Wyrostla mnie bjla ruoz'e, ga gi trhat nebudu;
Milowala gsem Wencliczka, wjc milowat nebudu.”
Czesk. Nar. Pjsn. “Full for me the rose has opened, but I will not pluck the rose;
I have given my heart to Wensly, but I'll love the youth no more.”
Milowala gsem Wencliczka, wjc milowat nebudu.”
Czesk. Nar. Pjsn. “Full for me the rose has opened, but I will not pluck the rose;
I have given my heart to Wensly, but I'll love the youth no more.”
The rose now blooms,—with love my bosom heaves;
It fades and withers,—sorrow chills my heart:
The cold rains trickle o'er the faded leaves,—
Tears from their secret fount unbidden start.
It fades and withers,—sorrow chills my heart:
The cold rains trickle o'er the faded leaves,—
Tears from their secret fount unbidden start.
The dewy morning rises fresh and fair,—
Hope comes again, to wake my love anew:
With blooms of May the maiden wreathes her hair,—
Joy swells my heart, as swells the rose with dew.
Hope comes again, to wake my love anew:
With blooms of May the maiden wreathes her hair,—
Joy swells my heart, as swells the rose with dew.
Thus flows the Cheskian song; the song thus flows
In Servia's vales, on Russia's boundless plains,
By Visla's banks, unfettered or in chains,
Where'er the pure Slavonian spirit glows.
Ages have rolled away, yet still remain
The seeds, that time and force have crushed in vain.
In Servia's vales, on Russia's boundless plains,
By Visla's banks, unfettered or in chains,
Where'er the pure Slavonian spirit glows.
Ages have rolled away, yet still remain
The seeds, that time and force have crushed in vain.
The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||