This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told While yonder mountains stand upon their base. By heaven! The apple's cleft right through the core.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, Who's made the master of his destiny.

Who reflects too much will accomplish little.

Always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said: 'A truck!'

Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his g…

The whole Earth is the Sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on Stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible sym…