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The Fox, the Wolf, and the Bear
THE little fox, the wolf and bear made peace ;Like kinsfolk all, they bade their warfare cease.The fox they consecrate a hermit now ;—False monk, false hermit, false recluse’s vow ! The little fox a sack found in the streetThrough which he thrust his head ; then shod his feetWith iron shoes, and got a…
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Yeranik Zarmanian, Beirut 1975
Yeranik Zarmanian, Beirut 1975. Souren Zarmanian Private Coll.
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Aram Zarmanian
Aram Zarmanian. Souren Zarmanian Private Coll.
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Liberty, by Mikael Nalbandian
(1829-1866) WHEN the God of LibertyFormed of earth this mortal frame,Breathed the breath of life in me,And a spirit I became, Wrapped within my swaddling bands,Bound and fettered helplessly,I stretched forth my infant handsTo embrace sweet Liberty. All night long, until the dawn,In my cradle bound I lay ;And my sobbing’s ceaseless moanDrove my mother’s…
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The Birth of Vahagn, King of Armenia
“Heaven and earth were in travail,And the crimson waters were in travail.And in the water, the crimson reedWas also in travail.From the mouth of the reed issued smoke,From the mouth of the reed issued flame.And out of the flame sprang the young child.His hair was of fire, a beard had he of flame,And his eyes…
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My Heart is turned into a Wailing Child, by Nahabed Kouchak
(Fifteenth Century) MY heart is turned into a wailing child, In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries ;Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild All day and night, with longing and with sighs. What solace can I give it ? I showed my eyes the fair ones of this earth And tried to please…
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Black Eyes, by Avetik Isahakian
(Born 1875) Do not trust black eyes, but fear them :— Gloom they are, and endless night ;Woes and perils lurking near them— Love not thou their gleaming bright ! In my heart a sea of blood wells, Called up by their cruel might,No calm ever in that flood dwells— Love not thou their gleaming bright ! Armenian legends and…
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The Exile’s Song
BELOVÈD one, for thy sweet sake,By whirlwinds tossed and swayed I roam ;The stranger’s accents round me wakeThese burning thoughts that wander home.No man such longings wild can bearAs in my heart forever rise.Oh that the wind might waft me thereWhere my belovèd’s vineyard lies !Oh that I were the zephyr fleet,That bends her vines…
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Diane Rumbaugh
Hi–my grandfather’s last name was Zambakjian. Where was this taken? Zambakdjian Hello , I am also Zambakdjian ! Do you have more information about this family, which city did they come from? Thank you ! Henning-Zambakdjian Hello ! I would like to know where was the photo taken as we are Zambakdjian from Kastamonu. Thank…
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Christine Agopian-Taylor
This is my Granny’s Great Uncle, her maiden name was Tevian then married Balthazar G Agopian in 1897In Smyrna. They had siblings Marie Taqui and my Father Charles. Left Smyrna in 1906 with Great Granny and Grandpa Agopian to reside in DidsburyManchester, England where the family stayed untiltheir passing. Buried in Southern Cemetry ChorltonManchester but…