O, câte lucruri au rămas nespuse, Vechi juvaeruri risipite-n drum! De unde să le mai adun acum, În drum pierdute, pe vecie duse?How many things, oh, have remained unsaid, Old jewels scattered as I wandered on! Where can …
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his aventures fellen Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye, My purpos is, er that I parte fro …
Poetul a iubit drumul printre spirale diafane Nopţile cu cerul înflorat ca rochia dansatoarei Sub crengile grele de privighetori Cercei cu sidef cernut pe pântece Şi-un cântăreţ infailibil ascuns într-un oscior cât înghiţitoareaThe poet has loved the way …
S-au stins profeţii în pustie Şi îngeri cu aripile-atârnând Sunt duşi încolonaţi Şi strânşi în pieţe. Vor fi judecaţi în curând. Vor fi întrebaţi: ce păcat Le-a alungat făpturile din ceruri? Ce vină? Ce trădare? Ce greşeală?The prophets …
As ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? Cum veneai dinspre Walsingham, Pământ sfânt, colţ de rai, Dragostea-mi n-ai întâlnit Pe drum, cum veneai?
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e; And there he saw a ladye bright Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Şedea pe-un mal, în Huntly, Thomas Şi-l cuprindea mare mirare; Pe …
Happy, ye leaves! when as those lily hands, Which hold my life in their dead-doing might, Shall handle you, and hold in love’s soft bands, Like captives trembling at the victor’s sight. And happy lines! on which, with …
'Why does your sword so drip with blood, Edward, Edward? Why does your sword so drip with blood? And why so sad are ye, O?' 'O, I have killed my hawk so good, Mother, mother: O I have …
In the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day Forth I walk’d by the woodside Whenas May was in his pride; There I spyed all alone, Phyllida and Corydon. Much ado there was, God …
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, …
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said …
When Robin Hood was about twenty years old, With a hey down down and a down He happend to meet Little John, A jolly brisk blade, right fit for the trade, For he was a lusty young man. …
The king sits in Dunfermline town Drinking the blude-red wine; 'O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship o' mine?'În turnul Dumferling stă riga, Cu roşu vin s-adapă: - „Vreau un năier isteţ, …
Off an ancient story Ile tell you anon, Of a notable prince that was called King Iohn, In England was borne, with maine and with might; Hee did much wrong and mainteined litle right. Povestea veche ce veţi …
My lute, awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is said and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. Lăută, haide …
My maister Bukton, whan of Crist our kyng Was axed what is trouthe or sothfastnesse, He nat a word answerde to that axing, As who saith, “No man is al trewe,” I gesse. And therfore, though I highte …
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