Pan Tadeusz quotes
Thereupon grasped the Tribune, to his belt well knotted,
His great buffalo horn, long, and twisty, and spotted
As the snake boa; two-handed to his lips he pressed it,
Blew his cheeks out like pumpkins, eyes with blood congested,
Half slid down his two eyelids, drew in half his belly,
And to his lungs he sent off all his spirit swelling...
(...)
Now the Tribune paused holding the horn; in the glade
It seemed to all he played still: but now echo played.
Pan Tadeusz
When talk was to raise Poland again from this rubble,
And of common good, stupid, all you did was squabble,
No one could, stupid, either exchange proper views,
In some good order, stupid, nor properly choose
A chief over you, stupid! But should one by chance
Bring out your private hurts, fools, agreement at once!
Pan Tadeusz
The Count is so bold, Usher, to ask you this once
That before all the gentry you deign to announce
The Count's seising of castle, of homestead, of village,
Of all fields sown, lands fallow, and land under tillage,
Cum gravibus, forestis, and cum bounderibus,
Peasantibus, bailivis, et omnibus rebus,
Et quibusdam aliis.
Pan Tadeusz
