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O thou silver planet—
Thou of palest beam!
Tell him that Lelida
Weeps—and weeps for him.
But if wolves have seiz'd him,
What have I to do,
Desolate Lelida—
But to perish too!This song is in the second number of a collection published at Prague in 1816, entitled Dwanáctero Pjsnj. Professor Zimmermann has translated it into german.
Hnew.
Gednau sme w neděli
Once seated with my love,
Upon the sod beneath
The blossom'd boughs above,
I stretch'd my hand to tear
Sweet flow'rets for a wreath,
And gave it to the fair.
