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Above the waters, like a hoary giant |
HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
60 |
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Accostarsi all’oscuro |
VITTORIA AGANOOR POMPILJ |
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123 |
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A great black bird like to a great black cloud |
ELIA DEMIRJIBASHIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
98 |
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An eagle sat upon the fell |
SHUSHANIK GOURGHINIAN |
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51 |
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Araxes came devouringly |
HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN |
" |
77 |
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Armenian maidens, come and view |
LEO ALISHAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
37 |
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Belovèd one, for thy sweet sake |
FOLK SONG |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
1 |
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Dark forests clothe the mountain-side |
RAFFI |
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103 |
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Day dawned. Bright tongues of scarlet flame |
HAROUTUNE TOUMANIAN |
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32 |
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Do not trust black eyes, but fear them |
AVETIS ISAHAKIAN |
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6 |
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Farewell, thou Sun, and Thou, O Power Divine |
BEDROS TOURIAN |
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82 |
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Have you ever seen that wondrous building |
T. TERZYAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
44 |
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Huntsman, that on the hills above |
AVETIS ISAHAKIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
11 |
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I beheld my love this morning |
SAYAT NOVA |
" |
14 |
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If Goghtan's bards no longer crown |
KAREKIN SRVANSTIAN |
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25 |
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I have a word I fain would say |
SAYAT NOVA |
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35 |
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I have loved your winsome face |
FOLK SONG |
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101 |
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In many a distant, unknown land |
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47 |
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I walk by Mother Arax |
RAPHAEL PATKANIAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
69 |
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Like an ocean is this world |
HOVHANNES ERZINGATZI |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
59 |
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My heart is turned into a wailing child |
NAHABED KOUCHAK |
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4 |
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Nightingale, oh, leave our garden |
RAPHAEL PATKANIAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
41 |
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Night with her ebon hair and starry crown |
DERENIK DEMIRJIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
73 |
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No bird can reach the mountain's crest |
H. COSTANIANTZ |
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106 |
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None await thy smiling rays |
HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN |
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20 |
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Non fu di fiele abbeverato? Il petto |
VITTORIA AGANOOR POMPILJ |
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122 |
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O’er the mountains high he went |
FOLK SONG |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
81 |
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O evil man, with passions fraught |
HOVHANNES TULKOURANTZI |
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119 |
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Of Armenye, I rede thus |
JOHN GOWER |
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91 |
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O God of righteousness and truth |
"FRIK" |
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xv |
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O God, ’tis not for laurel wreaths I pray |
ALEXANDER DZADOURIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
43 |
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O little breeze, how fresh and sweet |
MUGGURDICH BESHIGTASHLIAN |
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89 |
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Once more God hither moves their course |
SAINT NERSES SHNORHALI |
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58 |
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O Night, be long--long as an endless year |
NAHABED KOUCHAK |
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5 |
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On the morning of thy birth |
" " |
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31 |
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O swallow, gentle swallow |
C. A. DODOCHIAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
111 |
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Slumbering darkly yesterday |
BEDROS TOURIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
84 |
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Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me |
S. SHAHAZIZ |
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46 |
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Stork, I welcome thy return |
FOLK SONG |
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27 |
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Sweet slumber now creeps o’er thee slow |
RAPHAEL PATKANIAN |
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21 |
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The clinging children at their mother's knee |
WILLIAM WATSON |
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xvi |
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The Crane has lost his way across the heaven |
HOVHANNES TOUMANIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
62 |
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The door of Heaven open seemed |
FOLK SONG |
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3 |
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The fox ran up into the mill |
" |
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90 |
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The Hawk said to the Dove, "My dear" |
" |
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63 |
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The incense at the altar slowly burns |
ZABELLE ESSAYAN |
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17 |
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The lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves |
SAINT GREGORY OF NAREK |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
113 |
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The little fox, the wolf and bear made peace |
FOLK SONG |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
15 |
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The Rose was gone. When to the empty tent |
GRIGORIS OF AGHTAMAR |
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52 |
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The Sky bent down his piercing gaze one day |
HOVHANNES TOUMANIAN |
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79 |
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The sun has touched the mountain's crest |
FOLK SONG |
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36 |
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The sun went down behind the hill |
AVETIS ISAHAKIAN |
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30 |
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The wind is howling through the winter night |
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42 |
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Thou art so sweet thou wilt not pain |
SAYAT NOVA |
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110 |
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Thy voice is soft, thy speech all sweetness flow |
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74 |
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Undying Love, Whose beams forever glow |
BEDROS TOURIAN |
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121 |
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Unutterable silence here is spread |
RAFFI |
GEORGE M. GREEN |
86 |
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Weary of vainly seeking Happiness |
ARSCHAG TCHOBANIAN |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
118 |
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Whence comest thou, my moon, gentle and still |
LEO ALISHAN |
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108 |
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When Death's pale angel comes to me |
BEDROS TOURIAN |
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50 |
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When the God of Liberty |
MIKAEL NALBANDIAN |
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12 |
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Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise |
BEDROS TOURIAN |
ALICE STONE BLACKWELL |
18 |
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With nuts and sweets and dainty fare |
RAFFI |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
78 |
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Without thee what are song and dance to me? |
SAYAT NOVA |
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85 |
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Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me |
AVETIS ISAHAKIAN |
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29 |
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Yesternight I walked abroad |
AUTHOR UNKNOWN |
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7 |
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Charm Verses |
FOLK SONGS |
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67 |
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PROSE LEGENDS
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Ara and Semiramis |
MOSES OF KHORENE |
Z. C. BOYAJIAN |
23 |
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Artashes and Satenik |
" " |
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48 |
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Artavasd |
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65 |
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Christ and Abgarus |
" " |
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75 |
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The Castle of Anoush |
RAFFI |
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114 |
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The Founding of Van |
MOSES OF KHORENE |
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33 |
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Vahagn, King of Armenia |
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10 |