Macedonian FolkloreAt the University Press, 1903 - 372 sider |
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Side 44
... Μὲ σπαθὶ καὶ μὲ κοντάρι , Δός με τὸ κλειδάκι σου Ν ̓ ἀνοίξω τὸ ματάκι σου [ ? ] Νὰ διῶ τί ἔχεις μέσα . ” “ Σιτάρι , κριθάρι , Σπυρὶ μαργαριτάρι . ” “ Δὸς τὴ νύφη κάστανα Καὶ τὸν γαμπρὸ καρύδια , Καὶ τὴ καλή μας πεθερὰ Ολόχρυσα μαντήλια ...
... Μὲ σπαθὶ καὶ μὲ κοντάρι , Δός με τὸ κλειδάκι σου Ν ̓ ἀνοίξω τὸ ματάκι σου [ ? ] Νὰ διῶ τί ἔχεις μέσα . ” “ Σιτάρι , κριθάρι , Σπυρὶ μαργαριτάρι . ” “ Δὸς τὴ νύφη κάστανα Καὶ τὸν γαμπρὸ καρύδια , Καὶ τὴ καλή μας πεθερὰ Ολόχρυσα μαντήλια ...
Side 45
... με ' π ̓ τὰ Τούρκικα τὰ χέρια . ” Τὰ μάρμαρα ραΐστηκαν κ ̓ ἡ κόρη μπαίνει μέσα . Νὰ κὴ ὁ Τοῦρκος πρόφτασε μπροστὰ ' ς τὸν " Αϊ Γεώργη · 66 “ Αϊ Γεώργ ̓ ἀφέντη μ ' , μεγάλο τὠνομά σου , Αὐτὴ τὴ κόρη πὤχεις δῶ , θέλω νά μέ τη δώσης . Θὰ ...
... με ' π ̓ τὰ Τούρκικα τὰ χέρια . ” Τὰ μάρμαρα ραΐστηκαν κ ̓ ἡ κόρη μπαίνει μέσα . Νὰ κὴ ὁ Τοῦρκος πρόφτασε μπροστὰ ' ς τὸν " Αϊ Γεώργη · 66 “ Αϊ Γεώργ ̓ ἀφέντη μ ' , μεγάλο τὠνομά σου , Αὐτὴ τὴ κόρη πὤχεις δῶ , θέλω νά μέ τη δώσης . Θὰ ...
Side 48
... με φωνάζεις , βρ ' ἀδερφέ , καὶ τί με παραγγέλνεις ; ” Σύρε , πουλί μ ' , ' ς τὸν τόπο μου , σύρε ' ς τὴ γυναῖκά μου . ” “ Γὼ καρτερῶ τὴν ̓́Ανοιξι , τὸν Μάη , τὸ καλοκαίρι , Νὰ μπουμπουκιάσουν τὰ βουνά , νὰ σκιώσουν τὰ λαγκάδια , Νὰ ...
... με φωνάζεις , βρ ' ἀδερφέ , καὶ τί με παραγγέλνεις ; ” Σύρε , πουλί μ ' , ' ς τὸν τόπο μου , σύρε ' ς τὴ γυναῖκά μου . ” “ Γὼ καρτερῶ τὴν ̓́Ανοιξι , τὸν Μάη , τὸ καλοκαίρι , Νὰ μπουμπουκιάσουν τὰ βουνά , νὰ σκιώσουν τὰ λαγκάδια , Νὰ ...
Side 52
... με πάρῃ . " A lump of gold shall I drop into the well , That the water may grow clear , and I may see who my husband is to be . " On the same evening takes place another ceremony with a similar end in view . Water is drawn from a well ...
... με πάρῃ . " A lump of gold shall I drop into the well , That the water may grow clear , and I may see who my husband is to be . " On the same evening takes place another ceremony with a similar end in view . Water is drawn from a well ...
Side 90
... Μὲ τὸ ταγάρι του μετρᾷ , μὲ τὸ κοιλό του ῥίχνει . Εμέτρησε , ξεμέτρησε , τοῦ λείπουν τρεῖς χιλιάδες , Καὶ τὴν καλή του ... με ρώτηξες θά σοί το ' μολογήσω . Πολλοὶ φίλοι μᾶς ἔπεσαν καὶ τἄκαμάμε χάρτζι . ” My lord , worthy of the first ...
... Μὲ τὸ ταγάρι του μετρᾷ , μὲ τὸ κοιλό του ῥίχνει . Εμέτρησε , ξεμέτρησε , τοῦ λείπουν τρεῖς χιλιάδες , Καὶ τὴν καλή του ... με ρώτηξες θά σοί το ' μολογήσω . Πολλοὶ φίλοι μᾶς ἔπεσαν καὶ τἄκαμάμε χάρτζι . ” My lord , worthy of the first ...
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Side 74 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning.
Side 253 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Side 52 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Side 57 - And he caused his children to pass through the fire in the valley of the son of Hinnom : also he observed times, and used enchantments, and used witchcraft, and dealt with a familiar spirit, and with wizards: he wrought much evil in the sight of the LORD, to provoke him to anger.
Side 163 - First march the heavy mules, securely slow, O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go...
Side 190 - A man had better ne'er been born, Than have his nails on a Sunday shorn. Cut them on Monday, cut them for health ; Cut them on Tuesday, cut them for wealth ; Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for news ; Cut them on Thursday for a pair of new shoes ; Cut them on Friday, cut them for sorrow ; Cut them on Saturday, see your sweetheart tomorrow.
Side 60 - Begins to paint the bloomy plain, We hear thy sweet prophetic strain, Thy sweet prophetic strain we hear, And bless the notes, and thee revere ! The muses love thy shrilly tone, Apollo calls thee all his own, 'Twas he who gave that voice to thee, 'Tis he who tunes thy minstrelsy.
Side 96 - My people ask counsel at their stocks, and their staff declareth unto them: for the spirit of whoredoms hath caused them to err, and they have gone a whoring from under their God.
Side 235 - When Jesus saw that the people came running together, he rebuked the foul spirit, saying unto him, Thou dumb and deaf spirit, I charge thee, come out of him, and enter no more into him.
Side 53 - On St. Mark's Eve, at twelve o'clock, The fair maid will watch her smock, To find her husband in the dark, By praying unto good St. Mark."] Pennant says, that in North Wales no farmer dare hold his team on St.