«I’m to believe, but with some fear, / For I haven’t tried it all before, / That every monk could be sincere / And live as he by altar swore; / That smiles and kisses of all people / Could be perfidious only once; / That, sometimes, they forgive the little / Mistakes, the others mak...»
«I know a rock in a highland's ravine, / On which only eagles might ever be seen, / But a black wooden cross o'er a precipice reigns, / It rots and it ages from tempests and rains. And many years have gone without any hints, / From times when it was seen from faraway hills. / And its every...»
«Yes, I like you, my knife of damask pledge, / My friend so bright and so cold, / A thoughtful Georgian forged you for his revenge, / A free Circassian then sharpened for a row. You had been trusted me by lily-like a hand — / A sign for memory — in time of separation, / And now no bl...»
«The Bard is killed! The honor's striver / Fell, slandered by a gossip's dread, / With lead in breast and vengeful fire, / Drooped with his ever-proud head. / The Poet's soul did not bear / The shameful hurts of low breed, / He fought against the worldly "faire," / Alone as always, ......»