„Lines Written On A Banknote” de Robert Burns
Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf! Fell source o’ a’ my woe and grief! For lack o’ thee I’ve lost my lass! For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass! I see the children of affliction Unaided, …
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„Corinna’s going a Maying” de Robert Herrick
Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne Upon her wings presents the god unshorne. See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh-quilted colours through the aire: Get up, sweet-Slug-a-bed, and see The Dew-bespangling Herbe and Tree. Each …
„To Daffodils” de Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we …
„The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie” de Robert Burns
“O thou, whase lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu’ case! My dying words attentive hear, An’ bear them to my Master dear. “Tell him, if e’er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep— O, …
„Virtue” de George Herbert
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Suavă zi, ce luminezi Nuntirea între lut şi nori, Te-o plânge roua …
„How sleep the Brave” de William Collins
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever …
„The Deserted Village” de Oliver Goldsmith
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheared the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed, Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my …
„The Tyger” de William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?Tigru, tigru care arzi În ai nopţii codri-nalţi, Cine-a pus a lui vecie În temuta-ţi simetrie?In what distant deeps …
„My Heart’s In The Highlands” de Robert Burns
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Mi-e inima-n munţi, în largile zări, În …
„Song From Aella” de Thomas Chatterton
O sing unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holyday, Like a running river be: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Şi tu, refrenul meu, …
„When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly” de Oliver Goldsmith
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? Când fata faima şi-o întină Aflând (târziu!) că „ei” înşală, Ce leac …
„The Ronalds of the Bennals” de Robert Burns
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals, They carry the gree frae them a', man. În Tarbolton, ştiţi, sunt …
„A Song: Ask me no more where Jove bestows” de Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Să nu mă-ntrebi: spre toamnă, unde Măcieşul Jupiter l-ascunde? Căci în …
„To Mary Unwin” de William Cowper
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things; That ere through age or woe …
„Why so Pale and Wan?” de John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Pentru ce-arăţi stins şi pal, Prost ibovnic, zi? Speri că numai în ăst …
„For my own Monument” de Matthew Prior
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. Cum vracii scriu leacuri …
„The Bard: A Pindaric Ode” de Thomas Grey
"Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait, Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor even thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy …
„Meeting” de George Crabbe
My Damon was the first to wake The gentle flame that cannot die; My Damon is the last to take The faithful bosom's softest sigh: The life between is nothing worth, O cast it from thy thought away! …
„My Mary” de William Cowper
The twentieth year is wellnigh past Since first our sky was overcast; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary! Se fac ani douăzeci de când Văd nori pe-al nostru cer trecând; Ah, de s-ar duce …
„Late Wisdom” de George Crabbe
We've trod the maze of error round, Long wandering in the winding glade; And now the torch of truth is found, It only shows us where we strayed: By long experience taught, we know— Can rightly judge of …