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„Romance” de Robert Louis Stevenson
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. …
„The Female of the Species” de Rudyard Kipling
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species …
„When the Hounds of Spring” de Algernon Charles Swinburne
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is …
„On the Way to Kew” de William Ernest Henley
On the way to Kew, By the river old and gray, Where in the Long Ago, We laughed and loitered so, I met a ghost to-day, A ghost that told of you – A ghost of old replies …
„Star-Talk” de Robert Graves
'Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night?' 'We'll be awake till reveillé, Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli, 'It's no good trying to go to sleep: If there's wine to be got we'll drink it deep, But rest …
„Scotland’s Winter” de Edwin Muir
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter casket, And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky. The water at the mill Sounds more hoarse and …
„Silver” de Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched …
„Strangeness of Heart” de Siegfried Sassoon
When I have lost the power to feel the pang Which first I felt in childhood when I woke And heard the unheeding garden bird who sang Strangeness of heart for me while morning broke; Or when in …
„Autumn” de Walter de la Mare
There is a wind where the rose was, Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was. E un vânt unde floare a fost, Ploi reci unde …
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Poemul despre el este o capodoperă, ne dăm seama din titlu :)
„Wagner” de Rupert Brooke
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes women in a crowded place; And wants to hear the noise they’re making. Destul de vesel, dar cam …
„Roadways” de John Masefield
One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. Un drum duce la Londra, Spre Wales un altul duce; Al meu spre mări cu albe Catarguri face …
„Time, You Old Gypsy Man” de Ralph Hodgson
Time, You Old Gypsy Man Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? Timpule, țigan bătrân, Tot hoinar, hoinar, Nu tragi șatra lângă drum Doar o zi măcar? All things I'll give you Will …
„The Inquest” de W.H. Davies
I took my oath I would inquire, Without affection, hate, or wrath, Into the death of Ada Wright – So help me God! I took that oath.“Jur fără patimă sau ură Să aflu adevăr curat Asupra morții Adei …
„The World’s a Stage” de Hilaire Belloc
The world's a stage. The trifling entrance fee Is paid (by proxy) to the registrar. The Orchestra is very loud and free But plays no music in particular. They do not print a programme, that I know. The …
„When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted” de Rudyard Kipling
When Earth's last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded And the youngest critic has died We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it Lie down for an …
„Lucifer in Starlight” de George Meredith
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose. Prin aştri, noaptea, Lucifer suia. Scârbit de schiptru-i, …
„Disillusioned” de Lewis Carroll
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were At least a dozen more; My fancy gave her eyes of blue, A curly auburn head: I came to find …
„Modern Love” de George Meredith
'I play for Seasons; not Eternities!' Says Nature, laughing on her way. 'So must All those whose stake is nothing more than dust!' And lo, she wins, and of her harmonies She is full sure! Upon her dying …