Poems by France Preseren
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O'er Thee, Misfortune, I Have Ceased To Wail
... Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in store ...
The Master Theme
... Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays, ...
A Wreath Of Sonnets (11/14)
... How could the verses sprung from it be bright! ...
Mid Wastes Of Africa A Wanderer Sped
... Through clouds no stealthy glimmer was revealed ...
The Unmarried Mother
... My friends would blush and pass me by, ...
A Wreath Of Sonnets (7/14)
... His strains would bring the rule of joy and peace, ...
Gazelle
... On this shrine shall nations henceforth read your fame ...
A Wreath Of Sonnets (8/14)
... Their heads - the flowers that have been spared by fate: ...
A Wreath Of Sonnets (13/14)
... The cloud then from my frowning brow shall clear, ...
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