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„My Soul Is Dark” de Byron
My soul is dark -- Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound …
Formarea de competenţe pentru traducerea şi revizia de texte juridice - mai 2012
Institutul European din România (IER) anunţă organizarea unei noi sesiuni a cursului "Formarea de competenţe pentru traducerea şi revizia de texte juridice", care se va desfăşura între 7-11 mai 2012 la sediul său din Bucureşti, Bd. Regina Elisabeta …
„I’m nobody! Who are you?” de Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. Eu Nimeni sunt! Tu cine eşti? Se ştie? Ori poate Nimeni eşti asemeni Mie? Suntem …
„Solitude” de Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain …
„Despărţire” de Mihai Eminescu
Să cer un semn, iubito, spre-a nu te mai uita? Te-aş cere doar' pe tine, dar nu mai eşti a ta; Nu floarea vestejită din părul tău bălaiu, Căci singura mea rugă-i uitării să mă dai. To not …
„Ode to Evening” de William Collins
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs and dying gales; Dacă vreun zvon de nai sau vreun cânt rustic Ţi-alintă-auzul blând, …
„Sonnet XLIII” de Edna Saint Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Ce buze ale …
„Sonnet 66” de William Shakespeare
Tir‘d with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm‘d in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forworn, Scârbit de tot, izbava morţii chem, cel drept cerşeşte, laşul îşi …
„Rana” de Ion Murgeanu
Nici strălucirea nu este de mine nici fala Nici mirarea nici flinţa eternei erori Dar frumuseţea rămâne o rană deschisă Nici dimineaţa acestei fântâni murmurate Nici plopul nici râpa ce am trecut-o Zărind umbrei tale piciorul ei luminos …
„Sonnet 97” de William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December‘s bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer‘s time; …
„Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady” de Alexander Pope
What beck‘ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'This she! – but why that bleeding bosom gored, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? O, ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, …