„Sonnet XLIII” de Edna Saint Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Ce buze ale …
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„Sonnet 66” de William Shakespeare
Tir‘d with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm‘d in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forworn, Scârbit de tot, izbava morţii chem, cel drept cerşeşte, laşul îşi …
„Sonnet 97” de William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December‘s bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer‘s time; …
