Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?Tigru, tigru care arzi În ai nopţii codri-nalţi, Cine-a pus a lui vecie În temuta-ţi simetrie?In what distant deeps …
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Mi-e inima-n munţi, în largile zări, În …
O sing unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holyday, Like a running river be: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Şi tu, refrenul meu, …
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? Când fata faima şi-o întină Aflând (târziu!) că „ei” înşală, Ce leac …
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals, They carry the gree frae them a', man. În Tarbolton, ştiţi, sunt …
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Să nu mă-ntrebi: spre toamnă, unde Măcieşul Jupiter l-ascunde? Căci în …
Acel "on" de la final este o oglindire subtilă a lui "no" de la început :))
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things; That ere through age or woe …
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Pentru ce-arăţi stins şi pal, Prost ibovnic, zi? Speri că numai în ăst …
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. Cum vracii scriu leacuri …
"Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait, Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor even thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy …
My Damon was the first to wake The gentle flame that cannot die; My Damon is the last to take The faithful bosom's softest sigh: The life between is nothing worth, O cast it from thy thought away! …
The twentieth year is wellnigh past Since first our sky was overcast; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary! Se fac ani douăzeci de când Văd nori pe-al nostru cer trecând; Ah, de s-ar duce …
We've trod the maze of error round, Long wandering in the winding glade; And now the torch of truth is found, It only shows us where we strayed: By long experience taught, we know— Can rightly judge of …
O Memory, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: O, Amintire, tu coţcară Ce tot mă sâcâi în zadar, Evoci ani veseli iar şi iară, Şi …
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