„The Retreat” de Henry Vaughn
Happy those early days! when I Shin'd in my angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appoint'd for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought, When yet I had not walk'd …
Happy those early days! when I Shin'd in my angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appoint'd for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought, When yet I had not walk'd …
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the …
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. Chip de zână îndrăgeşti? …
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st …
The thirstu earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but …
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night, That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of …
Un fir de iarbă, un fir de iarbă arcuit, un fir de iarbă arcuit ca o geană, un fir de iarbă străbate pământul, îndulcindu-i pustietatea... Un fir de iarbă îmi numără anotimpurile, unul câte unul, patru câte patru, …
Poate că spre tine-ndreptasem acest gând devenit cuvânt Poate că spre tine-ndreptasem acest cuvânt devenit sânge Poate că spre tine-ndreptasem acest sânge devenit făptură Poate că spre tine-ndreptasem această iubire şi ură Poate că spre tine-ndreptasem această nefiinţă …
Zburau... El avea o aripă în stânga, ea avea o aripă în dreapta, ca un singur trup între două aripi zburau... Respirând între două aripi, ea - plămânul lui drept, el - plămânul ei stâng, printr-un cer saturat …
Am semănat cu pădurea, cu moara de vânt, cu tăcutele, negrele, necunoscutele cruci de la margini de drumuri, cu umbrele cailor noaptea pe-nalte coline moldave am semănat - şi cu chipul ciudaţilor zei îngropaţi în nisip lângă mare. …
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep, Witness of life to them that living die, A prophet oft, and oft an history, A poet eke, as humors fly or creep, Since thou in me so sure a power …
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof shield me …
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heav'nly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries! Sure, if that long-with …
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring; You that do dictionary’s method bring Into your …
There are twelve months in all the year, As I hear many men say, But the merriest month in all the year Is the merry month of may. În an sunt două – ori şase luni – Aşa …
Reign in my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice: Possess me whole, my heart's triumvirate; Yet heavy heart to make so hard a choice, Of such as spoil thy poor afflicted stated. For whilst they strive which …
To the memory of my beloved, MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: AND what he hath left us. Întru memoria preadragului meu AUTOR Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE şi tot ce ne-a lăsat el nouă To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name, …
Let others sing of knights and paladines In aged accents and untimely words; Paint shadows in imaginary lines Which well the reach of their high wits records: But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes Authentic …
Go, Soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Mergi, suflete, tu oaspe-al trupului, …
The song that I 'm going to sing, I hope it will give you content, Concerning a silly old nian, That was going to pay his rent.Poate v-o place-această-a mea Poveste bătrânească Despre-un moşneag ce se ducea Arenda …
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