„A Drinking-Song” de Henry Carey
Bacchus must now his power resign— I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. De-acuma jos cu Bachus …
Bacchus must now his power resign— I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. De-acuma jos cu Bachus …
Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids. Ruină-i Troia, dar Elena-i vie, Alcesta dintre umbre, e în floare, Căci versul dăruieşte tinereţe …
I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days-- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Ortaci de joc aveam şi-aveam tovarăşi În anii prunci, în cei voioşi de …
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso …
Ianthe! you are call’d to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon the mountain-heads, How often we have watcht him laying down His brow, and dropt our own Against each …
'Do you remember me? or are you proud?' Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd, Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes. 'A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory Where you but once have been must ever be, …
“How does the water Come down at Lodore?” My little boy asked me Thus once on a time; And moreover he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon, at the word, There first came one daughter, And …
To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke, ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come …
They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They …
A well there is in the West country, And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife in the West country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. În ţara de apus e-un …
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.Viziune dintr-un visIn Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles …
Look not thou on beauty's charming, Sit thou still when kings are arming, Taste not when the wine-cup glistens, Speak not when the people listens, Stop thine ear against the singer, From the red gold keep thy finger; …
If aught of oaten stop, or past'ral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs and dying gales, O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon …
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, And hermits are contented with their cells, And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for …
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; …
A pensy Ant, right trig and clean, Came ae day whidding o'er the green; Where, to advance her pride, she saw A Caterpillar moving slaw. "Good ev'n t' ye, mistress Ant," said he; "How 's a' at hame? …
A True StoryO poveste adevăratăSome books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd, In holy rapture, A rousing whid at times to vend, And nail't wi' …
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me …
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light. Eu sunt copilul …
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea, That 's the way for Billy and me. Unde-s iezerele-adânci, Şi prinzi păstrăvi pe sub stânci, Sus la …
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