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Слушать(AI)O Vrba Happy Village My Old Hme
O,
Vrba, happy village, my old home -My father's cottage stands there to this day.
The lure of learning beckoned me away.
Its serpent wiles enticing me to roam,
Else had I never known that heart's joy,
Sweet promise, could become a poisoned draught,
Not known myself of self-belief bereft,
Tossed in internal tempests like a toy.
A dowry riches never could surpass,
A faithful heart, a hand that's made for work,
Would have come with a chosen country
Serenely onward would have sailed my bark,
My house from fire, my corn from hailstorm
Safeguarded by my neighbour near,
Sain Mark.
France Preseren
France Prešeren (2 or 3 December 1800 – 8 February 1849) was a 19th-century Romantic Slovene poet whose poems have been translated into English,
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