«Oh, heart’s remembrance! You are, yet, / Mush stronger than sad one of reasons; / And, often in a distant land, / Bewitch me with your even sweetness. / I hear the sound of your word, / I see the blue of eyes, so dear, / I see your golden locks, right here, / Of the hair so negligent...»
«My friend! I have seen the sea's menace / And the vengeful sky's cursed punishment: / The despicable deeds of mortal enemies, / Blare of war, catastrophic conflagrations. / I have seen the multitudes of rich men / Fleeing in nothing but tattered rags, / I've seen the weathered faces of m...»
«O memory of heart! you're stronger / Than reminiscence of cool mind; / You captivate my soul much longer, / With images of better kind. / These azure eyes and tender words, / These golden curls — as consolation / From love — for mirthless separation / Are precious memory's rewards....»
«Do you recall the cry / Of gray Melchizedek as he prepared to die? / Man, he exclaimed, is born a slave; a slave / He must descend into the grave / And Death will hardly tell him why / He haunts the magic vale of tears, / Suffers and weeps, endures and disappears.»