Dickery, dickery dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Dickery, dickery dock.

With flowers fair adorn thy lustrous hair,
Dica, amidst thy locks sweet blossoms twine,
With thy soft hands, for so a maiden stands
Accepted of the gods, whose eyes divine
Are turned away from her--though fair as May
She waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine.

breaking
dew pearls on the grass-
early sparrows

Det er min Pligt, det føler jeg, at skrive
Og melde Dig, vi er endnu ilive

Her i Tid, og hist i Evighed,
Eet er eene nødigt: Kiærlighed.

Sangen, Skialden afbrød i Danfana,
Misforstaaet af Tidens Phantasie,
Nu, han veed, ham Nordens Aand staaer bi,
Han fuldender, sukkende, til Dana -
Dana! Dana! Føl hans Sværmerie!

On the sand the great works of the human race are built,
and like a little child Time wrecks them with his foot.

Soldier, why do you shrink from the hiss of the hungry lead?
The bullet that whizzed is past; the approaching ball is dumb.
Stand straight! you cannot shrink from Fate: let it come!
A comrade in front may hear it whiz—when you are dead.

He lived fifty two years
following strictly the rules of health.

His brother Kesmat Ali lived eighty years
smoking punctually.

Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish,
And in disdain, myself from joy I banish,
These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish,
That life, I hope. will soon from body vanish;
And to some rest will quickly be conveyed,
That on no joy, while so I liv’d, hath stayed.