«To us, separation is just entertainment, / The woes are dull without us. / Whether a drunk fame would loom in our chamber, / Or thirteen hour would thrust? / Or just forgot, browbeat... What’s a row? / Who makes at doors such a fight? / I’m to go back to my gate, anyhow, / To bid a...»
«A widow in black — the crying fall / Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud... / While her man's words are clearly recalled, / She will not stop her lamentations loud. / It will be so, until the snow puff / Will give a mercy to the pined and tired. / Forgetfulness of suffering and l...»
«Why is this century worse than those others? / Maybe, because, in sadness and alarm, / It only touched the blackest of the ulcers, / But couldn't heal it in its span of time. Else, in the West, the earthly sun endows / The roofs of cities with the morning light, / But, here, the White alr...»
«You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps, / The final turn is that. / Oh, how strongly grabs us / The secret plot of fate. They differently shot us: / Each creature has its lot, / Each has its order, robust, — / A wolf is always shot. In freedom, wolves are grown, / But deal with them is...»