„Solitude” de Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain …
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„Winter” de James Thomson
Mean while, the Leaves, That, late, the Forest clad with lively Green, Nipt by the drizzly Night, and Sallow-hu‘d, Fall, wavering, thro‘ the Air; or shower amain, Urg‘d by the Breeze, that sobs amid the Boughs. Then list‘ning …
„A Poison Tree” de William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. Pe-un prieten eu m-am mâniat: Mi-am spus durerea, m-a lăsat. …
„On the Dunes” de Sara Teasdale
If there is any life when death is over, These tawny beaches will know much of me, I shall come back, as constant and as changeful As the unchanging, many-colored sea. De este viaţă când se-ncheie moartea, M-or …
„The Ecstasy” de John Donne
Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell‘d up, to rest The violet‘s reclining head, Sat we two, one another‘s best. Acolo unde, ca o pernă-n pat, Poiana se umfla pentru-a susține Al purei violete …
„Invictus” de William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Trecând de noaptea grea din jurul meu, Neagră ca iadul, fără de sfârşit, …
„I Thought of You” de Sara Teasdale
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Îmi vine-n minte cât …
„I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain” de Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading — treading — till it seemed That Sense was breaking through — Am simţit o Înmormântare în Creier, Bocitoare se jeleau neîncetat Umblând - …
„The Passing Strange” de John Masefield
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Din glie în colindă ori popas, Perpetuă schimbare, iute pas, Ocultul fără chip şi fără glas.
„Fire and Ice” de Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of …
„I Measure Every Grief I Meet” de Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes — I wonder if It weighs like Mine — Or has an Easier size. Măsor cu Ochi pătrunzător Orice Durere-mi iese în cale - Mă-ntreb de cântăreşte cât …
„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, foc de febre, Între negrele tenebre, Ce urgie-ţi dete ţie Cea cumplită simetrie?
„Annabel Lee” de Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought …
“Trust Thyself” de Ralph Waldo Emerson
Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or …
„The Raven” de Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping …
„A Farewell” de Alfred Tennyson
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Să curgi, pârâule, spre mare, Cu-al tău tribut de ape reci: Că n-oi mai …
„Midnight” de Archibald Lampman
From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar.De aici văd, sus, constelaţiile, Şi jos podeaua de gheaţă Luna cu haloul îngheţat Sticleşte …
„In Situ” de Phyllis Webb
The poet in his tree of hell will see life steadily and see it well. The world is round. It moves in circles. The poet in his vision tree imparts immaculate necessity to murder, ignorance and lust.Poetul în …
„Politics” de W.B. Yeats
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has both read …
„Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.A cui pădure-i, cred a şti. Dar casa lui …