„Cu mâine zilele-ţi adaogi” de Mihai Eminescu
Cu mâine zilele-ţi adaogi, Cu ieri viaţa ta o scazi Şi ai cu toate astea-n faţă De-a pururi ziua cea de azi. Your days increase with each tomorrow, With yesterday your life grows less, In front of you …
Cu mâine zilele-ţi adaogi, Cu ieri viaţa ta o scazi Şi ai cu toate astea-n faţă De-a pururi ziua cea de azi. Your days increase with each tomorrow, With yesterday your life grows less, In front of you …
La paşa vine un arab, Cu ochii stinşi, cu graiul slab. – „Sunt, paşă, neam de beduin, Şi de la Bab-el-Manteb vin Să-l vând pe El-Zorab. An Arab to pasha draws near, His eyesight dim and his voice …
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. Pârâu-acesta mohorât, murg fără şa, rostogolit cu muget peste pietre, …
The sea was sapphire colored, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air, We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I …
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. Sfioasă, sfioasă, Sfioasă dorului meu, Se mişcă la para focului Cu gândul departe. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in …
Shortly after the revival of learning in Europe. Curând după începutul Renaşterii în Europa. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe …
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright – And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. Pe …
Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trades, …
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil …
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more …
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know …
Hamelin Town‘s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To …
The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. …
'Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh,‘ Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; And I, who thought This Aziola was some tedious woman, Asked, ‗Who …
Pe-un picior de plaiu, Pe-o gură de raiu, Iată vin în cale, Se cobor la vale Trei turme de miei Cu trei ciobănei Unu-i Moldovean Unu-i Ungurean Şi unu-i Vrâncean. Near a low foothill At Heaven‘s doorsill, Where …
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!' Un bătrân avea o …
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that …
O, mamă, dulce mamă, din negură de vremi Pe freamătul de frunze la tine tu mă chemi; Deasupra criptei negre a sfântului mormânt Se scutură salcâmii de toamnă şi de vânt, Se bat încet din ramuri, îngână glasul …
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. "Ce suferinţă, cavaler în zea. Te face, palid, să te pierzi? În lac rogoz şi trestii s-au …
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy …
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