Reference > Anthologies > Warner, et al., eds. > The Library > Verse
  PREVIOUSNEXT  

CONTENTS · GENERAL INDEX · QUICK INDEX · SONGS & LYRICS · BIOGRAPHIES
READER’S DIGEST · STUDENT’S COURSE · PORTRAITS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Folk-Songs
By Aleksey Apukhtin (1840–1893)
 
Translation of Pauline W. Brigham

MAY in the court! Begins now the planting;
      Sings in his furrow the sower.
Songs of my fatherland, mournful, enchanting,
      Sadly I hear you once more.
 
Yet in your cadences sad and pathetic,        5
      Born of an infinite pain,
There is a something unknown and prophetic
      Echoing through their refrain!
 
Conquering sorrow, their melodies swelling
      Thrill with the vigor of youth;        10
Vanish the torments of years beyond telling
      Under the sway of their truth.
 
Mayst thou, my Russia, for glory created,
      Mayst thou, my fatherland dear—
No! Freedom’s songs thy children ill-fated        15
      Ne’er o’er these prairies shall hear!
 
 
CONTENTS · GENERAL INDEX · SONGS & LYRICS · BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY
READER’S DIGEST · STUDENT’S COURSE · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.