„Sonet X” de William Shakespeare
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident;De dragoste ruşine-i să n-asculţi o, tu, …
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident;De dragoste ruşine-i să n-asculţi o, tu, …
Bid me and I shall gather my fruits to bring them in full baskets into your courtyard, though some are lost and some not ripe.Porunceşte, şi eu voi culege toate fructele mele pentru a ţi le aduce în …
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud …
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.De patruzeci de ierni când să te-apropii …
Interdicţie pentru bărbaţi de-a dreptul năucitoare :D
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. …
From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar.De aici văd, sus, constelaţiile, Şi jos podeaua de gheaţă Luna cu haloul îngheţat Sticleşte …
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality.Eu nu culeg din stele-nţelepciune şi totuşi sunt …
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but …
Cafenea şi restaurant în care nu e prea clar cine găteşte, dar totul se face în familie :))
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill And in the withered leafage worked his will, The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still, - Then built himself a magic house of glass, Irised with memories of flowers …
Institutul European din România (IER) organizează la sediul său din Bd. Regina Elisabeta nr.7-9, în perioada 3-5 martie 2010, cursul "Formarea de competenţe pentru traducerea şi revizia de texte juridice". Cursul se adresează persoanelor interesate de traducerea de …
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest, When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppressed,Fericea stare cum voi dobândi-o, norocul somnului …
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