"Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried."

"But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him."

"Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not…"

"Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light, ne’er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can rest…"

"Go, forget me! why should sorrow O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweet…"

"They said: "She dwelleth in some place apart, Immortal Truth, within whose eyes Who looks may find the secret of the …"

"When I from life's unrest had earned the grace Of utter ease beside a quiet stream; When all that was had mingled in …"

"For sorrow and joy are one, and all the past And all the future mingle in a kiss."

"Beloved, it is morn! A redder berry on the thorn, A deeper yellow on the corn, For this good day new-born."

"Aut lego vel scribo, doceo scrutorve sophiam, obsecro celsithronum nocte dieque meum, vescor, poto libens, rithmizans…"