The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.