Κίτσος Χαρισιάδης - Μοιρολόι αρβανίτικο (1928)
"No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell".
P. B.Shelley, from 'When the lamp is shattered".
"All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings".
P.B. Shelley, from "Hymn of Pan".
"All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings".
P.B. Shelley, from "Hymn of Pan".
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