Kitabı oku: «Poems of Mugurdich Beshiktashlian», sayfa 2
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And rolled them down the steep.
Red was the stain our rocks did wear ;
Then joyful news to Zeitoun bear !
Our fathers’ ghosts applauded;
Our old fire is not dead !
Our slaughtered kin rejoiced to see
The blood of vengeance shed.
Mount Ararat the joy did share ;
Mother, glad news to Zeitoun bear!
Take my last kiss, my mother,
And bear it to my love;
A kiss, too, for my native soil,
That now my tomb must prove.
Plant thou a cross above me there,
And joyful news to Zeitoun bear !
2. SPRING
How cool and sweet, O breeze of morn,
Thou stirrest in the air,
Caressing soft the dewy flowers,
The young girl’s clustering hair !
But not my country’s breeze thou art.
Blow past! thou canst not touch my heart.
How sweetly and how soulfully
Thou singest from the grove,
O bird, while men admire thy voice
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Yaş sınırı:
12+Litres'teki yayın tarihi:
26 haziran 2017Hacim:
3 s. 1 illüstrasyonISBN:
9781772468403Telif hakkı:
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