«A year will come, the year of Russia, last, / When the monarchs' crown will be cast; / Mob will forget its former love and faith, / And food of many will be blood and death; / When the cast off law will not guard / A guiltless woman and a feeble child; / When the plague on bodies, sick ...»
«An angel was crossing the pale vault of night, / And his song was as soft as his flight, / And the moon and the stars and the clouds in a throng / Stood enthralled by this holy song. He sang of the bliss of the innocent shades / In the depths of celestial glades; / He sang of the Sovereig...»
«In garden rang out music’s sound, / Untellable its grieving motion. / The fresh astringent waft of ocean / On icy plate of oysters found. He said to me: “I’m lasting friend!” / And gingerly his hand touched skirt’s edge. / It’s not the same as hugging forage — / These hand...»
«1 The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land; / The river behind — blue and cool. / You told me, "Well, go to a convent, / Or go marry a fool..." / Princes always say that, being placid or fierce, / But I cherish this speech, short and poor — / Let it flow and shine through a th...»