Poems by Carl Michael Bellman
To Ulla
... "See the stately trees there, standing row on row,-- ...
Amaryllis
... By thee clasped, vain 'twere this dear thought hiding: ...
Epistle No. 39
... Round his filly's neck her harness ...
Epistle No. 36
... Our Ulla lay one morning and slept, ...
Art And Politics
... "I sat there and played--no carouse could one see-- ...
Fredman's song no. 10
... "Son", he'd hiccup, "skål ! That's good, ...
Cradle-Song For My Son Carl
... Breathe our best, death comes at last, ...
Drink Out Thy Glass
... Fast in her praise thy thin blood flows, repeating ...
