«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...»
«You, who first stood before the source / With your smile, so deadly stoned! / How tortures us a look, you own, — / The heavy look of the night-birds. / But awful years will soon pass, / You’ll be again and young and careless, / And we’ll preserve the cold, mysterious, / Of minute...»
« As I was leaving Albion's shore, mist-covered, / O'erwhelmed by leaden waves it seemed to sink from view. / Behind the ship a halcyon still hovered / Whose quiet voice gave heart to all our sailor crew. / The slap of waves, the ev'ning sea breeze drowsing, / The same unch...»