«Earth and water, air and stars, / All, except man's soul, 'tis sure, / Till the very end o time / Will continue, will endure. Death is harmless to the dust / But can proudest dreams undo. / Envious, heart? Nay, be not so, / Soon we'll be immortal, too.»
«Why can’t I be flying like a bird o'er mead, / Like this very raven that flew o'er head? / Why can’t I be soaring aloof in the sky / Where freedom alone will always be mine? I’d rush to the west, to the west I would fly, / Where blossoming fields of my ancestors lie, / Where high on...»
«That events were at sea-shore, / Where foam is patterned, / Where hardly you can meet / Any carriage on path... / There queen played the Chopin, / In the tower of castle, / And while listening Chopin, / Her page-boy fell in love. All was simple as always, / All was pretty in such wa...»
«It happened near the sea with foam like airy lace. / You could hardly see a city cab in that place. / A queen was playing a piano in her castle's tower. / Listening to Shopin a page felt under her power. / / It just happened, so simple and so sweet — / She asked him to cut a pomegrana...»