«Do you remember how together / We said good-bye in evening weather? / Loud was the cannon’s curfew sound. / To it across the waves we listened. / The setting sun no longer glistened, / And on the sea mist gathered round. / The straining shock passed through the air. / And suddenly di...»
«Land of mine, where I was bred, / Horses wildly flying, / Eagles screeching overhead. / On the fields wolves crying! Hail, dear land of my delight, / Pinewoods thickly growing, / Nightingales that sing at sight, / Steppe and cloud and blowing! »
«It was an early day of spring, / The grass was scarcely showing. / Brooks ran, no heat was hovering. / And green the wood was glowing. The shepherd to the morning breeze / Was not yet piping highly. / And still in curls among the trees / The fern was peeping shyly. It was an early day ...»
«Believe me not, friend, when in grief’s unreason / I tell you that I love you now no more. / When the tide ebbs, believe not the sea’s treason; / It will come back, in loving, to the shore. I love you still, with my old passion glowing; / My freedom I shall give to you again. / Alread...»