Înainte ca vâscul (numit în engleză "mistletoe") să devină un pretext pentru oameni de a se săruta la petrecerile prilejuite de sărbătorile de iarnă, acesta a fost un important simbol în străvechea credinţă celtică. Pliniu cel Bătrân descrie …
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into …
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell Will play the tyrants to the very same, And that unfair which fairly doth excel;Acele ore care cu nesaţii au făurit privirea-ţi …
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can …
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art.Măruntele păcate-n care cade inima ta, de-o părăsesc o clipă, …
When to the session of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Când la taifasul …
My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the muses filed. E potolită muza mea, sărmana, numai tălmacii slavei tale, …
Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. Nici marmuri princiare, nici morminte n-or supravieţui acestor rime, …
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls ensilvered o'er with white;Când văd cum timpul curge pe …
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;Căruntă, picotind …
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.Cruzimea ta de ieri azi mă-ndulceşte şi-nseninează …
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has both read …
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.Să te asemăn cu o zi …
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.A cui pădure-i, cred a şti. Dar casa lui …
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date, even to eternity;Ţin filele de tine scrise-n minte cu litere fierbinţi, de neuitare, ce-s mai …
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, …
'Love at first sight' some say, misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation.Iubire la prima vedere, spun unii, Numind astfel greşit geamăna neputinţă În faţa curentului plin de forţă al procreaţiei.But friendship at first …
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned into pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.Vrăbii ciuguleau prin lapoviţa de gheaţă, care În timp ce priveai …
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found:Visului meu …
The world is charged with the grandeur og God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? …
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