«(i.) Thou earth with guile and irksome woe, / Art yet a mother unto me! / Mute mother mine, I love thee so, / Thou earth with guile and irksome woe! / How sweet in earth's embrace to be, / Nestling to her when May's aglow! / Thou earth with guile and irksome woe, / Art yet a mother un...»
«In this hour when darkened skies arc by the awful thunder rent, / In this hour when shakes our dwelling to its very fundament, / In this hour when every hope and every love are in despair, / When the mightiest in spirit purse the brow in restless care / In this hour your hearts shall rouse ...»
«Evil dragon, 'mid the zenith hotly burning, / Thou, who all about thee, fiery threads art turning, / With a stifling hotness parching all the valley, — / Evil dragon, lo, too speedy is thy rapture / O'er thy victory; for, compassing thy capture, / From my dark, deep quiver, poisoned barb...»
«Over the river the hazes that flow / 'Neath the moon in the lonesome night, / They beset me with hate, and they bring me delight / For the stillness thereof and the woe. Forgotten the beauty of day, / And thro' mist I stealthily pace, / A track scarce beheld, in my travail I trace / And...»