| Author | Epoch | Work | Type | Quote | Term |
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| Kolau Nadiradze | 1895-1990 | Three hundred Spartans and Three hundred Aragvians (Kolau Nadiradze, Omnibus volume, Tbilisi, 1971) | Poetry | “The rumbling war at Thermopylae, Will destroy again the rocky gate; And the gust of a wind takes away to Georgia Three hundred Spartans of Thermopylae”. (pg. 74) |
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| Kolau Nadiradze | 1895-1990 | Tsotne Dadiani and Mucius Scaevola (Kolau Nadiradze, Omnibus volume, Tbilisi, 1971) | Poetry | “[…] Extended towards him and burned to ashes, The right hand of Mucius Scaevola” (pg. 71) |
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| Kolau Nadiradze | 1895-1990 | Tsotne Dadiani and Mucius Scaevola (Kolau Nadiradze, Omnibus volume, Tbilisi, 1971) | Poetry | “One of them – a Georgian hero, Extended his hands to the Roman hero… “. (pg. 71) |
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| Kolau Nadiradze | 1895-1990 | Tsotne Dadiani and Mucius Scaevola (Kolau Nadiradze, Omnibus volume, Tbilisi, 1971) | Poetry | “Tsotne Dadiani and Mucius Scaevola” (pg. 70) |
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| Kolau Nadiradze | 1895-1990 | To the memory of Victor Gabeskiria (Kolau Nadiradze, Omnibus volume, Tbilisi, 1971) | Poetry | “The mourning Muses toll the bells because of you”… (pg. 58) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | Wishing of perished Georgian peasant in July (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “I remember those sweet days, when Zephyrus was ruffling your hair…”. (pg. 273) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | Nuclear age (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “Turquoise will turn into black agate, - The pulse of universe will stop: If even one single fly Perches on the Damocles’ sword”. (pg. 186) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | Twilight descended (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “The dark blue ridges look as if Poseidon has braked the waves”. (pg. 152) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | The speech uttered again by Philadelphos Kiknadze, again for his cronies, and again in the monastery of Shuamta (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “I know, what happened after Medea’s kiss: I know how we lost the fleece”. (pg. 40) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | I hear the chants on a whim (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “When you kiss a stranger Jason. And when you put him on your shoulders, as if you were a beast of burden“. (pg. 39) |
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