„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 …
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 …
"În salată de varză" - pentru parfum? :D
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 …
Primul lucru care îţi trece prin cap când îţi cumperi ceva :D
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 …
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 …
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) …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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? …
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st …
The thirstu earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but …
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