Cheskian Anthology Author:John Bowring Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Gak gsau tu cesticku. Our footsteps have trod o'er The path of the mountain, The messengers rode o'er ; Rapidly, rapidly on : They brought from my maiden ... more »A message of sweetness : They brought it in fleetness, From her I won. From morning's first waking, To slumbers of even, Till frown'd the arch'd heaven, Mantled in cloudiest gloom ; They came o'er the water; They brought me sweet kisses, From beauty's own daughter, In all her bloom. When o'er the green hillock Our footsteps ascended, The flowrets we blended, Maiden, we twin'd them for thee: And, O ! could I whisper, Sweet maiden ! and dearest, O say, if thou hearest, How dear to me ! Pase owcak, pase owce. With his flock the shepherd sallies, Bending tow'rds the fertile vallies, Passing near the birchwood tree— And a hat of green has he. 'neath an oak, his path commanding, Were two smiling maidens standing : " God be with you !" said the swain; And they laugh'd, and laugh'd again. One was white as dovelet flying, With the snows of winter vying : And the other twitter'd there Like a swallow in the air. " Come, young shepherd ! we will take thee To the mountain; we will make thee Love's own couch ; thy flocks shall stray— And what matter ?—where they may." So they seized him—so they led him To the mountain, there to wed him ; Flocks and folds—and where are they ? Canst thou tell the shepherd ? Nay ! The bohemian word SWJtOriti, conveys admirably the sound of the swallow. Rozborene stare zam'ky. Maiden's song for the dead. The very towers that time destroys, Time may rebuild as built before ; But ruins of departed joys— These can be rear'd to joy no more. The forests which the axe hath laid In dust, may spring to life anew; But—have the dying or the d...« less