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The Arrival of the Crusaders, by Saint Nerses Shnorhali
(1102-1173) ONCE more God hither moves their course;With countless infantry and horse,As swell the waves towards the strand,Fierce and tempestuous, they land.Like sands that by the ocean lie,Or like the stars that strew the sky,They fill the earth where’er they goAnd whiten it as wool or snow.Their voice is like the northern wind,Driving the storm-cloud…
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The Arrival of the Crusaders, by Saint Nerses Shnorhali
(1102-1173) ONCE more God hither moves their course;With countless infantry and horse,As swell the waves towards the strand,Fierce and tempestuous, they land.Like sands that by the ocean lie,Or like the stars that strew the sky,They fill the earth where’er they goAnd whiten it as wool or snow.Their voice is like the northern wind,Driving the storm-cloud…
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The Sun went down, by Avetik Isahakian
THE sun went down behind the hill, No light was on the lea,The fowls and birds slept calm and still, But sleep came not to me. The moon peeped in beneath the eaves, The Balance rose on high,The fresh night-wind that stirred the leaves Spoke to the starry sky. Ah, gentle winds and stars of light, Where is my love…
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Spring, by Mgrdich Beshigtashlian
(1829-1868) O LITTLE breeze, how fresh and sweetThou blowest in the morning air !Upon the flowers caressingly,And on the gentle maiden’s hair.But not my country’s breath thou art :Blow elsewhere, come not near my heart ! O little bird among the trees,The sweetness of thy joyful voiceEntrances all the Hours of Love,And makes the listening…
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Lament over the Heroes fallen in the Battle of Avarair, by Karekin Srvanstian
(1840-1892) IF Goghtan’s bards no longer crown Armenia’s heroes with their lays,Let deathless souls from Heaven come down, Our valiant ones to praise ! Ye shining angel hosts, descend : On Ararat’s white summit pause ;Let God Himself the heavens rend, To come and judge our cause. Fly, clouds, from Shavarshan away, Pour not on it your gentle rain :—’Tis…
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Cradle Song, by Raphael Patkanian
(1830-1892) Mother SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro :My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest songs I’ll sing oror. Baby O Mother dear, thou art unkindMy sleepless eyes so long to bind.Anon I’ll rest, and sleep resigned ;—Release me now, sing not oror. Mother Why dost thou shed those…
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Cradle Song, by Raphael Patkanian
(1830-1892) Mother SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro :My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest songs I’ll sing oror. Baby O Mother dear, thou art unkindMy sleepless eyes so long to bind.Anon I’ll rest, and sleep resigned ;—Release me now, sing not oror. Mother Why dost thou shed those…
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Spring, by Hovhannes Hovhannisian
(Born 1869) NONE await thy smiling rays ;Whither comest thou, O Spring ?None are left to sing thy praise—Vain thy coming now, O Spring ! All the world is wrapped in gloom,Earth in blood is weltering :This year brought us blackest doom—Whither comest thou, O Spring ? No rose for the nightingale,No flower within park or…
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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian
(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam, Are drifting softly by ? Sad little lake, let us be friends ! I too am desolate ;I too would fain,…
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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian
(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam, Are drifting softly by ? Sad little lake, let us be friends ! I too am desolate ;I too would fain,…