«Along the road the maiden / Walked with her faithful youth; / Their eyes with grief were laden, / Their faces pale with ruth. / / On eyes and lips with yearning / Their tender kisses rain; / And life and beauty returning / Bloom in their hearts again. / / Their joy was q...»
«Believe it not, when in excess of sorrow / I murmur that my love for thee is o’er! / When ebbs the tide, think not the sea’s a traitor, — / He will return and love the land once more. / / I still am pining, full of former passion: / To thee again my freedom I’ll restore, / ...»
«Brighter look the early flowers, / Louder sounds the skylark’s strain; / Blue the air and green the bowers, / And the heart feels young again. / / Shaking off all bonds and fetters, / Flinging every chain aside, / Life in sunshine flows and glitters / Like the freely flowing tid...»
«A whisper, a gentle sigh, / Trills of the nightingale; / The silver flash of the brook / Asleep in the sleepy vale. The shadow and shine of night / Shadows in endless race; / The sweep of a magical change / Over a sweet young face. The blush of a rose in the mist, / An amber glea...»