"Thy raven gore" – 148 rezultate
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ABAnne Bronte
Anne Bronte s-a nascut la 17 ianuarie 1820 la Thornton, Yorkshire, Anglia. Era cel mai mic dintre cei sase copii ai reverendului Patrick si a sotiei sale Maria Bronte. Alaturi de celelalte doua surori ale sale, Charlotte si Emily si de fratele Branwell, ea a supravietuit mamei, care moare in 1821, si altor doua surori, Maria si Elizabeth, care au decedat in acelasi an – 1825. Cea mai mica dintre surorile Bronte, Anne a ramas in istoria literaturii britanice ca romancier si poet. Initial ea a folosit ca si surorile sale un pseudonim masculin, Acton Bell, pentru a publica in prima lor carte – de fapt una dintre primele carti publicate exclusiv de catre autori-femei. In volumul lor de debut POEMS BY CURRER, ELLIS AND ACTON BELL (Poeme de Currer, Ellis si Acton Bell, 1846, vandut in doar doua exemplare) Anne isi exprima dorinta de libertate “Poor restless dove, I pity thee; / And when I hear thy plaintive moan, / I mourn for thy captivity, / And in thy woes forget mine own.” – Biata...
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While the moon…
de Ileana Ioan
While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...
The Giaour (Vampiric Extract)
de George Gordon Noel Byron
A turban carved in coarsest stone, A pillar with rank weeds o\'ergrown, Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that...
Stanzas on... Thy own twisted desires
de Paul R. Prodan
Endured reason and incessant test, Marked the deeds that love requires; Not to love’s own request, But thy own twisted desires.
Sonnet LXXVII
de William Shakespeare
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind\'s imprint will bear, And of this book this learning mayst thou taste. The wrinkles...
Cartea de nisip
de Jorge Luis Borges
Moto: ...Thy rope of sands ... George Herbert Linia cuprinde un număr infinit de puncte; planul, un numar infinit de linii; volumul un număr infinit de planuri; hipervolumul un număr infinit de...
Sonnet III
de William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For...
Song
de Ezra Pound
Love thou thy dream All base love scorning, Love thou the wind And here take warning That dreams alone can truly be, For \'tis in dream I come to thee. From \"A Lume Spento\", 1908
Sonnet LXI
de William Shakespeare
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou...
Friends
de Paul R. Prodan
If faith be lost in thy own skill, Come to me and have your fill. For all things virtue in us resides; Whether fair or foul, and besides, What is a man that never ails? What is a friend that in favor...
Sonnet II
de William Shakespeare
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty\'s field, Thy youth\'s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter\'d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask\'d...
Sonnet LXX
de William Shakespeare
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander\'s mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven\'s sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth...
Sonnet LXXIX
de William Shakespeare
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are decay\'d And my sick Muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely...
Sonnet XXIV
de William Shakespeare
Mine eye hath play\'d the painter and hath stell\'d Thy beauty\'s form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein \'tis held, And perspective it is the painter\'s art. For through the painter...
Sonnet LVI
de William Shakespeare
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay\'d, To-morrow sharpen\'d in his former might: So, love, be thou; although...
Sonnet IV
de William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty\'s legacy? Nature\'s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why...
Sonnet XXVI
de William Shakespeare
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May...
Sonnet XLVI
de William Shakespeare
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture\'s sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that...
October
de Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow\'s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed...