Was it the proud full sail of his great verse Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?Semeţ întinde vela poeziei cel …
Heap cassia, sandal-buds stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and …
I grant thou wert not married to my muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book.N-ai fost perechea muzei mele, aşa e, şi lesne poţi să-i …
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road -Se cerne-n plumbul sitei - Pudrează codrii-acum. Cu lână de-alabastru Umplând riduri de drum -
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-windows was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener than we fancy it.Odaia deodată bogată - pe marele geam în pervaz Zăpada şi …
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call - All mine was thine before thou thou hadst …
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou ar - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure …
Being your slave, what should I do but tend, Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require.Sunt sclavul tău, slujindu-ţi, se cuvine …
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