«We stood in the ranks — as a mute crowd, once, / While putting our friend to a ground, / Heard our chaplain's murmur and, by chance, / The roar of a tempest around. / The shakos sparkled over the sacred abode, / Immovable ones in a cloud, / With a...»
«Waves roll in columns on their usual route — / Splashing and humming, they run; / People, too, stride in a lousy crowd — / Every one trails everyone. / Waves favor cold of their slavery more / Than heat of midday sunny rays, / People take care of their souls...»
«Enough of sparing shameful sin! / Are, truly, blackguards' shields — the crowns? / Let fools adore them herein, / Let t'other lyre pour them sounds. / But, you, Bard, stop singing forthwith, / A golden wreath is not your wreath. While living from your land apart / Be proud as with lif...»
«The world has gone to whole null; / Takes no kind of intimation; / Tell him not straight, “You are a fool.” — / He’ll take it as an acclamation! / They used to hate, in a whole span, / All with a seal of sense, forever! / So, if I want to hurt a man, / I ...»