France Preseren Fate Poems
- 1. A Wreath Of Sonnets (4/14)
These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind,
Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare;
My heart's a garden: Love is sowing there
Sad elegies each with my longing signed.
... - 2. A Farewell To My Youth
O happier half of days decreed to me,
My early years, so soon you passed away:
Few were the flowers that blossomed on that tree,
And they, scarce budded, fell into decay.
... - 3. A Wreath Of Sonnets (3/14)
Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays,
A heart not to be silenced any more;
Now I am like to Tasso who of yore
Would sing his Leonora's fame and praise.
... - 4. O'er Thee, Misfortune, I Have Ceased To Wail
O'er thee, Misfortune, I have ceased to wail,
I'll utter no reproaches any more.
Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in store
And to the sufferings in life's strong jail.
... - 5. He Who From Fate Receives But Blow On Blow
He who from fate receives but blow on blow,
Who, like myself in her disfavour stands,
Although he had a hundred mighty hands,
Would vainly strive for riches here below.
... - 6. A Wreath Of Sonnets (8/14)
Where tempests roar and nature is unkind:
Such was our land since Samo's rule had passed
With Samo's spirit - now an icy blast
Sweeps o'er his grave reft from the nation's mind.
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