Eggs - Tomás Iriarte

Beyond the sunny Philippines
An island lies, whose name I do not know;
But that’s of little consequence, if so
You understand that there they had no hens,

Family Portraits - Anna Maria Lenngren

Upon an old estate, her father's heritage, 
A shrivelled countess dowager 
Had vegetated half an age; 

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth - Anonymous

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth,
On that most blessèd morn,
Then let us imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.

Raisers of ridgepoles and mounds (Songs of Dzitbalché) - Anonymous

Raisers of ridgepoles
And mounds.

It is urgently
Necessary
To measure
The count,

By Freedom - Max von Schenkendorf

Freedom that I love,
Shining in my heart,
Come now from above,
Angel that thou art!

Ode to the sun - David Guramishvili

O radiant sun of light,
A soul-inspiring sight.
I Unrivalled king of kings,
Thy praise through ages rings.

The Wishes - Johannes Ewald

All hail, thou new year, that apparell'd in sweetness 
Now spring'st like a youth from eternity's breast! 
Oh! say, dost thou come from the bright throne of greatness, 
Our herald of merey, of gladness, and rest! 

Song - Olof von Dalin

Magpie sits on the old church spire,
The goose in the oven roasting;
And he who has his heart’s desire
Has no need for idle boasting. 

Munajat - ‛Arif

O Lord, to thee is never a beginning, neither end; 

Thy mercy's ocean, limitless, doth over all extend. 

You come down from the stars - Alfonso Maria de' Liguori

You come down from the stars

Oh, King of Heavens,

And You come in a cave in the cold, in the frost.

Oh, my Divine Baby

I see you trembling here,

Oh, Blessed God

Ah, how much it costs You, your loving me.

Peter Colbiornsen - Knud Lyne Rahbek

’Fore Fredereksteen King Carl he lay

With mighty host;

But Frederekshal, from day to day,

Much trouble cost.

To seize the sword each citizen

His tools let fall,

And valiant Peter Colbiornsen

Was first of all.

To A Mountain Daisy - Robert Burns

Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow'r, 

Thou's met me in an evil hour; 

For I maun crush amang the stoure 

Thy slender stem: 

To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 

Thou bonie gem. 

The village schoolmaster - Willem Bilderdijk

There he sits; his figure and his rigid bearing

Let us know most clearly what is his ideal:–

Confidence in self, in his lofty standing;

Thereto add conceit in his own great value.

Certain, he can read–yes, and write and cipher;

In the almanac no star-group's a stranger.

The difference between you and myself - Nicolas de Chamfort

“The difference between you and myself,” said a friend to me, 

“is that you have said to all the masqueraders: ‘I know you,’ 

The Temple of Fragrance - Hồ Xuân Hương

Who could have fashioned this marvel?

The mountain cracks into a wide, hollow cave.

Three words of strength - Friedrich von Schiller

There are three lessons I would write, — 

Three words as with a burning pen, 

In tracings of eternal light. 

Upon the hearts of men.

O lovely maid! - Bessiki

O lovely maid, all splendours fade before thy grace!

Soft ringlets deck thy ivory neck and godlike face.

In dreams I kiss thy lips, and bliss my bosom sways.

O radiant eyes, sweet heaven lies beneath your gaze!

Forget me ne'er, O maiden fair of sunlike rays!

The singer (from Songs of Dzitbalche) - Anonymous

The singer 

And player.

The sanctified day 

Begins

Two blackbirds - Bessiki

Two blackbirds sitting in a cage chant melody

With soothing sounds that tremble on the fragrant air

In numbers soft that swell in music sweet and sad,

Filling the bower with love and purest harmony.

Were he my child - Ukoo

Were he my child,

He should not accompany you,

This night of snow!