„Dover Beach” de Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil …
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil …
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more …
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It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know …
Hamelin Town‘s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To …
The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. …
'Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh,‘ Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; And I, who thought This Aziola was some tedious woman, Asked, ‗Who …
Pe-un picior de plaiu, Pe-o gură de raiu, Iată vin în cale, Se cobor la vale Trei turme de miei Cu trei ciobănei Unu-i Moldovean Unu-i Ungurean Şi unu-i Vrâncean. Near a low foothill At Heaven‘s doorsill, Where …
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!' Un bătrân avea o …
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that …
O, mamă, dulce mamă, din negură de vremi Pe freamătul de frunze la tine tu mă chemi; Deasupra criptei negre a sfântului mormânt Se scutură salcâmii de toamnă şi de vânt, Se bat încet din ramuri, îngână glasul …
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. "Ce suferinţă, cavaler în zea. Te face, palid, să te pierzi? În lac rogoz şi trestii s-au …
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy …
I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, Presimt c-am să te uit curând, …
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And …
- "Ce te legeni, codrule, Fără ploaie, fără vânt, Cu crengile la pământ?" - "De ce nu m-aş legăna, Dacă trece vremea mea! Ziua scade, noaptea creşte Şi frunzişul mi-l răreşte. Bate vântul frunza-n dungă - Cântăreţii mi-i …
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