| Author | Epoch | Work | Type | Quote | Term |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | To my father (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “Like Archimedes, I’m looking for a loafer, To move the world!” (pg. 538) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | To some crowned person (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “Who would ever refer to you as the Muse (i.e. the inspiration) of the poet!” (pg. 527) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | My Muse in the time of war (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “But the Muse, the Muse of love – Appeared ashamed in front of me” (pg. 499) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | Oh, Shota, Shota (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “In order that I instill the spirit of Tamar Into my Georgian Muse, oh, Shota, Shota!” (pg. 450) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | Oh, Shota, Shota (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “In order that I instill the spirit of Tamar Into my Georgian Muse, oh, Shota, Shota!” (pg. 450) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | Sunday eve (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “If you only knew, what different pictures adorn my Pantheon!” (pg. 447) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | To the third (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “Instead of it I said – the Muse will praise my talent”. (pg. 443) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | Our sweetheart seems to be ill (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “Tell me, Muse, why has all of this befallen us! Muse, what’s with her, why don’t you know anything about it?” (pg. 416) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | Hopeless hope (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “As soon as I heard the sounds of a puffing train, It rushed away for Colchis, taking you away!” (pg. 387) |
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| Ioseb Grishashvili | 1889-1965 | A minute (Ioseb Grishashvili, Selected Works, Tbilisi, 1959) | Poetry | “My writing, written and created By the gentle pen of Amor”. (pg. 381) |
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