„Evelyn Hope” de Robert Browning
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, …
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, …
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!Ea doarme-aici, în pace; Ah! de-aş dormi şi eu! Nu tisa, roza-i place – Aduceţi-i mereu...Her mirth the …
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power- …
Dacă stau să mă gândesc, copiilor s-ar putea să le placă :D
There was an Old Man with a flute, A serpent ran into his boot; But he played day and night, Till the serpent took flight, And avoided that man with a flute. Era un bătrân c-un fluier; Un …
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask—Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven …
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, ---Only sleep! Să-ncetăm, iubite, cearta, Plânsul n-are rost: Dormi! Şi toate au să fie Cum au fost!
Vineri, 19 mai 2017, de la 18:30, la Rezidența Scena9, pe strada I.L. Caragiale, nr. 32, București, ARTLIT invită pe cei interesaţi la o discuție despre traducerea de bandă desenată. Intrarea este liberă. Invitați sunt: Laura Albulescu, editor …
Oh, England is a pleasant place for them that ’s rich and high; But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I; And such a port for mariners I ne’er shall see again, As the …
În ziua de azi, oamenilor nu le mai pasă :)
Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks as children do In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through Their happy eyelids from an unaverred Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred In …
I The Nutcrackers sate by a plate on the table, The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate at his side; And the Nutcrackers said, 'Don't you wish we were able 'Along the blue hills and green meadows to ride? …
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath …
The Devil return'd to hell by two, And he stay'd at home till five; When he dined on some homicides done in ragoût, And a rebel or so in an Irish stew, And sausages made of a self-slain …
How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest flow'r on the banks of the Devon Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. …
I O my agéd Uncle Arly! – Sitting on a heap of Barley All the silent hours of night, – Close beside a leafy thicket: – On his nose there was a Cricket, – In his hat a …
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