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Grigol Orbeliani – WHEN I WAKE
Thy features every vision of my sleep adorn,And when I wake the eyelash of my eyes adorn.Thy willing slave, devoted…
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Grigol Orbeliani BEFORE THE FRESCO PAINTING OF QUEEN TAMARI IN THE CHURCH OF BETANIA
Thy saintly faceIn beauteous graceDoth shine with virgin beauty sweet.I humbly prayAnd homage pay,O’erwhelmed by sorrow at thy feet.In joy…
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Alexander Chavchavadze – O Love Divine!
O love! O mighty love! your power enslaves and holds the heart in thrall.Even monarchs bend their knees to you,…
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Shota Rustaveli – The Knight in the Tiger Skin
1 Introduction2 Story of Rostevan, King of the Arabians3 King Rostevan and Avt’handil Go Hunting 4 How the…
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Azélie by Kate Chopin
AZÉLIE crossed the yard with slow, hesitating steps. She wore a pink sunbonnet and a faded calico dress that had…
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Beyond the Bayou by Kate Chopin
The bayou curved like a crescent around the point of land on which La Folle’s cabin stood. Between the stream…
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Boulôt and Boulotte by Kate Chopin
When Boulôt and Boulotte, the little piny-wood twins, had reached the dignified age of twelve, it was decided in family…
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Caline by Kate Chopin
THE sun was just far enough in the west to send inviting shadows. In the centre of a small field,…
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Cavanelle by Kate Chopin
I WAS always sure of hearing something pleasant from Cavanelle across the counter. If he was not mistaking me for…
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Dead Men’s Shoes by Kate Chopin
It never occurred to any person to wonder what would befall Gilma now that “le vieux Gamiche” was dead. After…
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