„The Akond of Swat” de Edward Lear
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of Swat? Cine, de ce, care sau ce ar Putea fi Akond din SKAR? Is he tall or short, or dark or fair? Does he sit on a …
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„To a Skylark” de Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Slavă, duh șăgalnic (Pasăre nu ești!) Ce, din cer, năvalnic Inima-ți goleşti În …
„I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden” de Percy Bysshe Shelley
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine.De-al tău sărut mi-e teamă, fată, Să nu te temi de-al meu. Povară n-am să-ţi fiu vreodată: Mi-e …
„Sonnet XXIX” de Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O …
„Sorrows of Werther” de William Makepeace Thackeray
Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Iubea Werther pe Charlotte Cât nu-ncape în cuvinte. Când şi cum a …
„Sonnet XLIII” de Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I …
Atelier ARTLIT - Traducători literari: drepturi şi îndatoriri
Marți, 21 februarie 2017, începând cu ora 18:00, ARTLIT - Asociația Română a Traducătorilor Literari reia seria atelierelor de discuție în noul an cu o întâlnire găzduită de Institutul Goethe din București (Str. Tudor Arghezi 8-10), dedicată aspectelor …
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„The Sonnet IV” de William Wordsworth
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant? Yet have my …
„The Bridge Of Sighs” de Thomas Hood
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death!O altă oropsită, Sătulă de-amar, Călcă nesăbuită Al morţii hotar!
„Song of the Shirt” de Thomas Hood
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She …
„The Chimney Sweeper” de William Blake
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!" So your chimneys I sweep amd in soot I sleep. Când se stinse …
„Prometheus” de George Gordon Byron
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, …