«St. Elmo’s fire lights up at midnight, / Burns on the mast before a tempest. / It will be warming up our spirits / For all past years, come shine or rain. / The day that we return to Portland, / Like little lambs we'll be the tamest, / Except to Portland, as we reckon, / We’re neve...»
«Time of youth will travel quickly stealing days of happy charms. / What the fates have got in store inescapably comes your way. / One day something most admirable will tap upon your doorway; / One day something least desirable will fall into your arms. Ah, preparing for the doomsday, don't be...»
«"My horse is exhausted, my shoes are completely worn out. / Which way should I travel from here, would you kindly say?" / "Along the red river, my dear, and toward the blue mount. / Toward the blue mount, my sweet dear, you should make your way." "And how shall I find it, my horse needs to re...»
«The eyes are the arch of the grey autumn sky, / The sky that lost sparkle and froze. / And under its weight, bent and trampled I lie. / And that's how her love for me goes. Farewell, no more mercy, it's all done and said. / Each day unmistakably shows / That passion is dead, that it's sun...»