„Sonnet LXI” de Michael Drayton
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. …
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„Sonnet XXIV” de Michael Drayton
I hear some say, “This man is not in love!” “Who! can he love? a likely thing!” they say. “Read but his Verse, and it will easily prove!” O, judge not rashly, gentle Sir, I pray! Because I …
„Alison”
Bytuene Mershe ant Averil When spray biginneth to spring, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge For semlokest of alle thynge, He may me blisse bringe, Icham in hire bandoun. …
„Amoretti: Sonnet LXX” de Edmund Spenser
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowres the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously arrayd, Goe to my Love, where she is carelesse layd, …
„Sonnet IV” de Samuel Daniel
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass, And thou with careful brow, sitting alone, Receivèd hast this message from thy glass, That tells the truth and says that All is gone; Fresh shalt thou see in …
„Song: to Celia” de Ben Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a …
„The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” de Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. Hai, vino-mi, fii iubirea mea, Şi-al nostru-i tot ce ne-o …
„Sonnet VI” de Michael Drayton
How many paltry foolish painted Things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten (whom no Poet sings) Ere they be well wrapped in their winding sheet! Where I, to thee Eternity shall give! When nothing …
„Astrophil and Stella - Sonnet I” de Philip Sidney
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain: Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity …
„Sonnet I” de Samuel Daniel
Fair is my Love and cruel as she’s fair; Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny, Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, And her disdains are gall, her favours honey: A modest maid, deck’d with …
„Snow” de Louis MacNeice
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener than we fancy it. Deodată odaia se făcu bogată, marea fereastră cu arcade Prăsea …
„Thou Gloomy December” de Robert Burns
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! Fond lovers' parting is sweet, …
„Carol of the Bells” de Peter Wilhousky
Hark! How the bells, sweet silver bells All seem to say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is here, bringing good cheer To young and old, meek and the bold.Ascultaţi! Cum clopoţeii, de argint şi delicaţi Par cu toţii să …
„The Land of Cokaygne”
Far in the sea to the west of Spain There is a land that we call Cokaygne; Under God's heaven no other land Such wealth and goodness has in hand Though paradise be merry and bright, Cokaygne is …
„Păstor de fulgi” de Ana Blandiana
Mi-ar place să mă fac păstor de fulgi, Să am în grijă turme mari de-omăt Pe care să le port prin ceruri lungi Şi să le-aduc mai albe îndărăt.I wish I were a herder of snowflakes I'd like …
„Izvor” de Eugen Jebeleanu
Lacrimile mele curg dintr-un izvor ascuns adânc în nemişcarea ta. Ele se rostogolesc, nu se nimără, nu se privesc unele pe altele.The tears welling up in my eyes spring from the rock of your silence. They burst forth, …
„Rondelul meu” de Alexandru Macedonski
Când am fost ură am fost mare, Dar, astăzi, cu desăvârşire Sunt mare, că mă simt iubire, Sunt mare, căci mă simt uitare.When I was hatred I was great, While I, today, all things above, Am great - …
„Rondelul rozelor ce mor” de Alexandru Macedonski
E vremea rozelor ce mor, Mor în grădini, şi mor şi-n mine - Ş-au fost atât de viaţă pline, Şi azi se sting aşa uşor.It is the time when roses die, They die in gardens, and in me …
„Cimitirul roman” de Lucian Blaga
Huliţi au fost romanii de unii învăţaţi din vremi mai nouă că metafizică n-ar fi creat ca alte glorioase seminţii, doar apeducte, colisee, foruri, drumuri, eterna urbe, castre şi troiane de hotar. Huliţi au fost romanii că numai …
„Autoportret” de Lucian Blaga
Lucian Blaga e mut ca o lebădă. În patria sa zăpada făpturii ţine loc de cuvânt. Sufletul lui e în căutare, în mută, seculară căutare, de totdeauna, şi până la cele din urmă hotare. El caută apa din …