xt7qjq0stw34_354 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/mets.xml https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474.dao.xml unknown archival material 1997ms474 English University of Kentucky The physical rights to the materials in this collection are held by the University of Kentucky Special Collections Research Center.  Contact the Special Collections Research Center for information regarding rights and use of this collection. W. Hugh Peal manuscript collection George Henry Borrow manuscript poem, The Dream of Demos text 43.94 Cubic Feet 86 boxes, 4 oversize boxes, 22 items Poor-Good Peal accession no. 11453. George Henry Borrow manuscript poem, The Dream of Demos 2017 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474/Box_89/Folder_43/Multipage1168.pdf undated 
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Probably translated from the modern Greek. Includes a typescript transcript.
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 THE BREAK OF DEMOS.

Not once her twice nor (three) five times even have I to
Demos said

Go not so bravely dressed about nor with so high a head

The Albanians all thy steps are dogging (thee) and are
(thee resolved) eager thee to slay ‘

To chastize thy proud behaviour and to make thy gold their
prey

The cuckoos speak it in the mountains the yartridres

upon the plains

A little little bird doth speak it into the chieftain's

startled brain
not in speech of birds tis spoken
that which we from swallows hear
But tie in speech of mortals spoken in human language
plain and clear.
Why Demos (do you look) mine art thou so pretty
Why covered oer with cobwebs grey
Since pretty little bird you ask me to you the whole
truth I will say
I stepped aside_behind the arras how little bird the
truth I tell
And as I slept behind the arras for in a troubled sleep

I fell

 

 (I saw the_heaven look all bloody the stars they look
all bloody too
So also looked my trusty sabre

My Damascine loaked bloody too.)

I saw the heaven all be-blooded, be—blooded were
heayen was bloody and were) so
were (all) the stars I veeL

(So also was) Be-blooded too was my trusty sabre my

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 THE DREAM OF DEMOS.

I have not said it to you once, I have not said it to you

- thrice nor five times, 0 Wemos.

Lower everything connected with you, cover your armour.

/Do you not see that the Albanians are spying you

And would assassinate you on account of your money and
your pride?

The cuckoos speak in the mountains and the partridges in
the meadows;

A little bird also speaks it in the head of Demos.

It was not spoken in the language Of fowls nor of swallows

But it was spoken and sent by a human voice.

Demos mine why are you so yellow and covered with cobwebs?

Little bird since you ask-of me I will tell you:

I turned aside in order that I might get a little sleep

And I saw in the sleep in the sleep into which I fell

I saw the heaven and the stars of a bloody colour

And my sabre of Damascus all stained with blood.