«What’s friendship? Passion’s haze post-drinking, / The free discussion of a grudge, / Exchange of sloth and pompous thinking / Or galling shame of patron’s nudge.»
«Time to hunt? — the moon had risen. / To the servant “Now!” I said, / “To the swamp’s benighted prison, / We should track where beaver’s fled.” But in answer he now smiling — / Scarcely could he triumph hide — / “Master,” cried, “Stop your beguiling, / It’s the...»
«From nothing God created Earth. / O artist, learn his lesson’s worth, / And if your talent’s but a kernel / Great miracles with it contrive, / Grow mighty forests that will thrive / And you, soar high to heaven eternal / As if a fabled bird alive, / Where freedom’s light there st...»
«In 1913, still in bliss not understanding / The future that awaited us, / Our champagne glasses raised at toast’s demanding, / The New Year thus we met with cheerful fuss. How old we have become! The years have glided, / The years have glided — and we missed them as they passed… / ...»