«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 ...»
«Like a boy, she is curly and frisky, / Like a butterfly — wrapped in the brightness; / And words that are empty or misty, / In her lips, are full of a kindness. / She can’t like a person for long: / Hates habits as chains on her body, / A snake, she will slip away, strong, / And f...»
«You understood, oh glum perfection, / Those sadly and unconscious dreams, / The rush of zeal and inspirations — / All that Lord Byron conquered with. / I see the image, that’s half-shown, / But strongly and abruptly marked. / Is that a runaway, well known, / In holy cassock of a ...»