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For it is one of the charms of the Basque land that the houses are scattered all over the face of the country, instead of being collected into crowded villages; and it is, perhaps, to this fact chiefly that we owe the preservation of so much old-world lore, and of primitive ideas, among this people.
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BASQUE POETRY / SONG.
The Hermitage of St. Joseph
Tchorittoua, nourat houa
Bi hegaliz, aïrian?
Espagñalat jouaïteko,
Elhurra duk bortian:
Algarreki jouanen gutuk
Elhurra hourtzen denian.
Borne on thy wings amidst the air,
Sweet bird, where wilt thou go?
For if thou wouldst to Spain repair,
The ports are filled with snow.
Wait, and we will fly together,
When the Spring brings sunny weather.
— Jul 11, 2020 04:23PM
The Hermitage of St. Joseph
Tchorittoua, nourat houa
Bi hegaliz, aïrian?
Espagñalat jouaïteko,
Elhurra duk bortian:
Algarreki jouanen gutuk
Elhurra hourtzen denian.
Borne on thy wings amidst the air,
Sweet bird, where wilt thou go?
For if thou wouldst to Spain repair,
The ports are filled with snow.
Wait, and we will fly together,
When the Spring brings sunny weather.
Joel Robert Ballard
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I.—Pastorales.
Perhaps there is no people among whom versification is so common, and among whom really high-class poetry is so rare, as among the Basques.
— Jul 11, 2020 01:12PM
Perhaps there is no people among whom versification is so common, and among whom really high-class poetry is so rare, as among the Basques.
Joel Robert Ballard
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An Essay on the Basque Language, By M. Julien Vinson.
— Jul 10, 2020 05:30PM
Joel Robert Ballard
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There were, like many others in the world, a man and a woman over-burthened with children, and very poor. The woman no more knew what to do. She said that she would go and beg. She goes off, far, far, far away, and she arrives at the city of the fairies. After she had told them how many children she had, all give her a great many alms—she was laden with them.
— The Fairy-Queen Godmother,
— Jul 02, 2020 10:24PM
— The Fairy-Queen Godmother,
