Historical view of the languages and literature of the Slavic nations; with a sketch of their popular poetry. By Talvi

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Page 305 - But they yielded before the arms of Charlemagne; and after a short interval of renewed independence, they were completely subjugated and made tributary by Henry I. Their country, according to the German custom, was divided into marches, and populated with German settlers. These latter more especially occupied the towns, and built villages among the woods and mountains; whilst the Vendes, chiefly addicted to agriculture, continued to occupy the plains. But even on the plains, there soon arose the...
Page 387 - O my fountain, so fresh and cool, O my rose, so rosy red! Why art thou blown out so early? None have I to pluck thee for! If I plucked thee for my mother, Ah! poor girl, I have no mother; If I plucked thee for my sister, Gone is my sister with her husband ; If I plucked thee for my brother, To the war my brother's gone. If I plucked thee for my lover, Gone is my love so far away! Far away o'er three green mountains, Far away o'er three cool fountains!
Page 349 - The poor doveling then For her little dove. " Weep not, weep not so, Tender little bird!" Spake the light young hawk To the little dove. " O'er the sea away, O'er the far blue sea, I will drive to thee Flocks of other doves. From them choose thee then, Choose a soft and blue, With his feathered feet, Better little dove.
Page 353 - Tis our father dear. Come, my princes, my Boyars, Nobles, great and small! Now consider and invent Good advice, ye all! How the soonest, how the quickest, Fort Azof may fall? The Boyars, they stood in silence. — And our father dear, He again began to speak In his eye a tear: Come, my children, good dragoons, And my soldiers all, Now consider and invent Brave advice, ye all, How the soonest, how the quickest, Fort Azof may fall? Like a humming swarm of bees, So the soldiers spake, With one voice...
Page 388 - Last evening I sat, a young maid, I sat till deep in the night ; I sat and waited till day-break, Till all my pine-torch was burnt out. While all my companions slept, I sat and waited for thee, love...
Page 386 - I. O my rose, my fair red rose, Why art thou blown out so early ? Why, when blown out, frozen ? Why, when frozen, withered ? Withered, broken from the stem ! Late at night I sat and sat, Sat until the cocks did crow; No one came, although I waited Till the pine-torch all burned low. Then came slumber over me ; And I dreamed my golden ring Sudden slipp'd from my right hand; Down my precious diamond fell. For the ring I looked in vain, For my love I longed in vain ! O, ye forests, dark green forests,...

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