Literature
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Vazha Pshavela – Despair
Beneath the shade of a beech tree highIn solitude a violet grew.It wished to woo the sunbeams goldAnd lure them…
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Vazha Pshavela – Elegy
O heart, in dreams I behold thee,In toils of despair and of pain.Thy throbbings are wrung by emotionsThat torture the…
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Vazha Pshavela – The Eagle
In haughty pride, though wounded sore,An eagle fought the raven-crow.The bird in desperation stroveTo rise but fell in frenzied woe.His…
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Vazha Pshavela – A Song
Once there bloomed upon a meadowRoses, violets, flow’rs of grace.The gods from urns poured nectared beautyOn the meadow’s up-turned face.Hanging…
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Vazha Pshavela – A Song
Beyond the river dark thou art.Between us rushing waters flow.There is no bridge, no boat have we,Nor wings to cross…
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Vazha Pshavela – A Solitary Word
I breathed a word that grief had wrought.It winged its flight into the air,Then pierced the haunts and souls of…
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Vazha Pshavela – The Shepherd-Maid
On quiet sleep you lie, fair maid,With curly locks that lure the eye.What visions, thoughts invade your dreamsAs you rest…
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Vazha Pshavela – A Feast
Pour me the wine of liquid flame,And steep my soul in rubied flow;Perhaps twill banish cares away,And tinge with rose…
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Vazha Pshavela – The Sword’s Complaint
Rust adorns thee, sword, and mould’ringIs thy scabbard once so fine.Where’s thy master’s arm of iron,Where’s that flashing gleam of…
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Vazha Pshavela – Letter Of A Pshav Soldier To His Mother
Thy dreams, dear mother, will becomeA garden full of happiness.O weep not so, nor drown thy heartIn languor of grief’s…
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