The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

In Itself A Thought, A Slumbering Thought Is Capable Of Years; And Curdles A Long Life Into One Hour.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

My Native Land, Good Night!