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France Preseren - A Wreath Of Sonnets (6/14)France Preseren - A Wreath Of Sonnets (6/14)
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Unblest by soothing winds of warmer days, My songs remain, since from you, haughty maid, They never won the word that might be said - The word that neither saddens nor dismays. As you were bred upon the German phrase, Like many a Slovene girl, they were afraid That from such flowers on our Parnassus laid With cold disdain you would avert your gaze. Our Muses were not loved in our own land: They were but spinsters doomed to lonely ways, While foreign beauties won both heart and hand. Like flowers that bud within the glacier`s maze, Our songs are sparse, as though by nature banned, Above them savage peaks the mountains raise.
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