Russian Lyrics

By Good Press

This is a collection of Russian poetry translated into English. The names of the original authors will be well known to many, as they include greats such as Tolstoy and Pushkin. The book was first published at the beginning of the twentieth century, so does not include more modern authors.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Dec 19, 2019
• ISBN: 4064066164843

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Russian Lyrics

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4064066164843

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RUSSIAN LYRICS AND. COSSACK SONGS

THE SONG OF THE KAZAK

CRADLE SONG OF A COSSACK MOTHER

THE DAGGER

DON'T GIVE ME THE WINE!

THE DELIBASH

TO THE DON

THE CAUCAS

THE CLOISTER ON KASBEK

GOBLINS OP THE STEPPES

UNDER A PORTRAIT OF JUKOWSKY

THE VISION

I LOVED THEE

A SERENADE

A WINTER EVENING

THE LAST FLOWER

THE COMING OF THE WINTER

FROM ONEGIN

FROM ONEGIN

FROM ONEGIN

THE MEMORIAL

TAMARA

THE GIFT OF THE TEREK

ON DEPARTURE FOR THE CAUCAS

TO THE CLOUDS

TO MY COUNTRY

TO KASBEK

THE ANGEL

A PRAYER

THE SAIL

I AM NOT BYRON

LIKE AN EVIL SPIRIT

TO A.C.S.

A SONG

FROM DÉMON

THE PRAYER

THE PALM BRANCH OF PALESTINE

THE DISPUTE

HEAVEN AND THE STARS

ON NAPOLEON'S DEATH

ON THE DEATH OF PUSHKIN

RUSSIA, O MY RUSSIA, HAIL!

THE WOLVES

AUTUMN

BURNT OUT IS NOW MY MISERY

IN HOURS OF EBBING TIDE

SWANS

TO SLEEP

IN MEMORY OF MY DAUGHTER

MOTHER AND CHILD

AN EASTER GREETING

AT EASTER

O MOUNTAINS OF MY NATIVE COUNTRY!

THE AEOLIAN HARP

YE SONGS OF MINE!

IN WAR

THE SONGS OF SIBERIAN EXILES

FREEDOM

A FAREWELL

THE LOVE LETTER

WHAT THE SLEEPLESS GRANDAM THINKS

TO RUSSIA

THE SONG OP THE SPENDTHRIFT

THE SPADE IS DEEP DIGGING A GRAVE IN THE MOULD

GOSSIP

IN A PEASANT HUT

WINTER NIGHT IN THE VILLAGE

THE BIRCH TREE

NORTH AND SOUTH

HUNGER

FADED THE FOOTSTEP OF SPRING FROM OUR GARDEN

THE BEGGAR

WITH ROSES

THE STARS

WHISPERS AND THE TIMID BREATHING

THE TALES OF THE STARS

ONE DEAREST PAIR OF EYES I LOVE

A GIPSY SONG

AT LAST

BY AN OPEN WINDOW

WITH THE GREATNESS OF GOD

THE POET

TO THE MUSE

A FRAGMENT

IN MAY

IN MEMORY OF N.M.D.

AT THE GRAVE OF N.M.D.

IN DREAMS

THE OLD GREY HOUSE

CALL HIM NOT DEAD

BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES

M.G.D.B.

RUSSIAN LYRICS AND COSSACK SONGS

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THE SONG OF THE KAZAK

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Kazak speeds ever toward the North,

Kazak has never heart for rest,

Not on the field, nor in the wood,

Nor when in face of danger pressed

His steed the raging stream must breast!

Kazak speeds ever toward the North,

With him a mighty power brings,

To win the honour of his land

Kazak his life unheeding flings—

Till fame of him eternal sings!

Kazak brought all Siberia

At foot of Russia's throne to lie,

Kazak left glory in the Alps,

His name the Turk can terrify,

His flag he ever carries high!

Kazak speeds ever toward the North,

Kazak has never heart for rest,

Not on the field, nor in the wood,

Nor when in face of danger pressed

His steed the raging stream must breast!

PUSHKIN.

The accent in singing falls sharply on the second half—Kazák.

CRADLE SONG OF A COSSACK MOTHER

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Slumber sweet, my fairest baby,

Slumber calmly, sleep—

Peaceful moonbeams light thy chamber,

In thy cradle creep;

I will tell to thee a story,

Pure as dewdrop glow,

Close those two beloved eyelids—

Lullaby, By-low!

List! The Terek o'er its pebbles

Blusters through the vale,

On its shores the little Khirgez

Whets his murdrous blade;

Yet thy father grey in battle—

Guards thee, child of woe,

Safely rest thee in thy cradle,

Lullaby, By-low!

Grievous times will sure befall thee,

Danger, slaughterous fire—

Thou shalt on a charger gallop,

Curbing at desire;

And a saddle girth all silken

Sadly I will sew,

Slumber now my wide-eyed darling,

Lullaby, By-low!

When I see thee, my own Being,

As a Cossack true,

Must I only convoy give thee—

Mother dear, adieu!

Nightly in the empty chamber

Blinding tears will flow,

Sleep my angel, sweetest dear one,

Lullaby, By-low!

Thy return I'll wait lamenting

As the days go by,

Ardent for thee praying—fearing

In the cards to spy.

I shall fancy thou wilt suffer,

As a stranger grow—

Sleep while yet thou nought regrettest,

Lullaby, By-low!

I will send a holy image

'Gainst the foe with thee,

To it kneeling, dearest Being,

Pray with piety!

Think of me in bloody battle,

Dearest child of woe,

Slumber soft within thy cradle,

Lullaby, By-low!

LERMONTOFF.

THE DAGGER

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I love thee dagger mine, thou sure defence—

I love the beauty of thy glitter cold,

A brooding Georgian whetted thee for war,

Forged for revenge thou wert by Khirgez bold.

A lily hand, in parting's silent woe,

Gave thee to me in