I would defy on thy bosom the ocean,
Or would attend thee to death with devotion:
Sing, O ye sirens, and mimic my strain!
Translation of Mrs. Howitt. Carl Michael Bellmann, 1740–1795.
THE MORNING WALK.
FROM THE DANISH.
To the beech-grove, with so sweet an air,
It beckoned me;
O Earth! that never the plowshare
Had furrowed thee!