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few compositions can be found, which bear not the marks of the polemics of the time.
The specimens which immediately follow, are scraps of the fifteenth century. They exist only in MS. in the archives of Schwartzenberg, and are very superior to most of the poetry of the period.
Přečekage wše zlé stráže.
I left my horse in the oaken grove,
And sought the presence of my love;
The watchmen went their wonted beat,
I placed me at my lady's feet.
And with my loud-voiced songs, I broke
My lady's slumbers, and she woke;
She woke—and then sweet accents stray'd
From the loved bosom of the maid.
"'Tis time (she said), 'tis time to rise,
The dawning lights the skies,
