«As Darkness descends on the ocean, / As Night spreads her silvery veil, / A brigantine cuts through the waters / And glides downwind at full sail. Her tall topsail masts are not bending, / Her vanes are not moved by the air, / Her cannons face open deck hatches / With silent indifferent...»
«When our decrepit energies turn traitor, / when, like former tenants, / we let our house to the young, / save us then, good spirit, / from faint-hearted reproaches, / from slander, from animosity / at our changing life, / from feelings of suppressed spite / at the world which is bein...»
«When waning strength of soul and body / Does hint that our fate is sealed, / And we, old-timers, must be ready / Our kingdom to new-comers yield, — Then kindly spare us, o good genius, / The craven, cowardly reproach, / The slander, and the spite continuous / At our life’s decrepit ...»
«Sie ging mit mir... und dennoch wagte / Sie kaum ins Antlitz mir zu sehri; / Der Wind, der durch den Märztag jagte, / Ließ leere Rede schnell verwehn. Und weißgetürmte Wolken drangen / Mit Tropfenfall durchs Gartengrün; / Und weiß sind ihre zarten Wangen, / Doch blumenblau die Aug...»