„On Shakespeare” de John Milton
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in pilèd stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame, What need’st …
Categorie
Poezie
„Sonnet XXI” de John Milton
Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause, Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws, Which others at their bar so often wrench, Today deep thoughts resolve with me to drench …
„The Nightingale” de Mark Akenside
To-night retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays; And now to Hesper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Till she shall to her lamp supply A stream of brighter rays. E seară... Doamna-Bolţii, …
„Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” de Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Trist zvon de clopot prohodeşte ziua, …
„Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes” de Thomas Gray
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Spre vasul falnic şi obez Pe care …
„Ode to Himself” de Ben Jonson
Come leave the loathéd stage, And the more loathsome age, Where pride and impudence in faction knit Usurp the chair of wit, Indicting and arraigning, every day, Something they call a play. Let their fastidious, vain Commission of …
„Epitaph” de Richard Crashaw
An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together pentru un soţ şi o soţie ce, răposând, au fost îngropaţi împreună. To these whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For …
„Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)” de John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and …
„Sonnet XIX” de John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve …
„To Althea, from Prison” de Richard Lovelace
When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The Gods that wanton in the Air, …
„Sonnet XVIII” de John Milton
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones; Forget not: in thy book …
„Go and catch a falling star” de John Donne
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And …
„The Timber” de Henry Vaughn
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. Cândva-nfloreai şi tu! şi mulţi …
„To Lucasta, Going to the Wars” de Richard Lovelace
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. Să nu mă cerţi, iubito, rău Că – parcă dintr-un schit Răzleţ – eu …
„Sonnet I” de John Milton
O, Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May, Thy liquid notes that close …
„The Chronicle” de Abraham Cowley
Margarita first possessed, If I remember well, my breast, Margarita first of all; But when awhile the wanton maid With my restless heart had played, Martha took the flying ball. Prima, sufletul din mine (De-mi aduc aminte bine) …
„To My Inconstant Mistress” de Thomas Carew
When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy. Când, biată anatemizată De zeul Amor, vei vedea …
„The Retreat” de Henry Vaughn
Happy those early days! when I Shin'd in my angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appoint'd for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought, When yet I had not walk'd …
„Thoughts in a Garden” de Andrew Marvell
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the …
„The True Beauty” de Thomas Carew
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. Chip de zână îndrăgeşti? …