«If your soul was born with wings / What does a hut mean or a palace of kings! / What — Genghis Khan, and what — a horde! / I have two foes in the whole world, / They are two twins in one image united: / Hunger of hungry and glut of glutted.»
« As I was leaving Albion's shore, mist-covered, / O'erwhelmed by leaden waves it seemed to sink from view. / Behind the ship a halcyon still hovered / Whose quiet voice gave heart to all our sailor crew. / The slap of waves, the ev'ning sea breeze drowsing, / The same unch...»
«"I had been leaving coast of misty Albion." / How divine they are — this sadness and this height! / I see the dingy waves fall down and rise on, / The dingy firmament... I know that all by hart. I see the youth that leaned upon the high mast's rope, / As beautiful as if he were by fairie...»
«I’ll die at dawn or daybreak! But at which of these lines, / Which I’ll die with — no decision by orders’ receiving! / Oh, if my torch would be blessed to extinguish two times — / So as to die with the light of the morning and evening! The heaven’s daughter has passed with her gai...»