„Song” de Christina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, …
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, …
Since I have seen a bird one day, His head pecked more than half-away; That hopped about, with but one eye, Ready to fight again, and die -- Ofttimes since then their private lives Have spoilt that joy …
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn in summer, Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms-- Reaping, still reaping-- All things with heedful hook …
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit— We were cast and wrought and hammered to design, We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit. …
Time, You Old Gypsy Man Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? Timpule, țigan bătrân, Tot hoinar, hoinar, Nu tragi șatra lângă drum Doar o zi măcar? All things I'll give you Will …
"That woman there is almost dead, Her feet and hands like heavy lead; Her cat's gone out for his delight, He will not come again this night. “Femeia asta dă să moară, De plumb i-e trupul, o povară; …
'Flowers nodding gaily, scent in air, Flowers posied, flowers for the hair, Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare----' 'O pick me some!'“Flori suave, vesele buchete Flori de câmp și flori de prins în plete, Flori sfioase, galeșe, cochete …
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summ’d up so, Quit in a single kiss? I will not let thee go. N-am să te las să pleci. De-al nostru-amor …
Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. Acum șaptesprezece ani ai spus Ceva care suna a Rămâi-cu-bine; Și toată lumea crede că de pe lume te-ai …
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee—and in the blue heaven’s height, And in the sweetest passage of a song. Oh, just …
I took my oath I would inquire, Without affection, hate, or wrath, Into the death of Ada Wright – So help me God! I took that oath.“Jur fără patimă sau ură Să aflu adevăr curat Asupra morții Adei …
The world's a stage. The trifling entrance fee Is paid (by proxy) to the registrar. The Orchestra is very loud and free But plays no music in particular. They do not print a programme, that I know. The …
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like …
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair …
Be seated, pray. " A grave appeal"? The sufferers by the war, of course; Ah, what a sight for us who feel, — This monstrous melodrame of Force! We, Sir, we connoisseurs, should know, On whom its heaviest …
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") (Pe marginea scufundării "Titanicului") In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. În a mării singurătate, Ferit de-a …
Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. Copil cu fruntea …
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had …
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Dormi în pământ, sub …
When Earth's last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded And the youngest critic has died We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it Lie down for an …
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