"mouthful of clay" – 10 rezultate
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de Alexandru Red
Warmer Körper Heisses Kreuz Falsches Urteil Kaltes Grab Auf dem Kreuze lieg ich jetzt Sie schlagen mir die Nägel ein Das Feuer wäscht die Seele rein Und übrig bleibt ein Mundvoll Asche. Warm body Hot...
Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
de William Blake
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, Dreaming o\'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet Babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles,...
Lace passes into nothingness...
de Stéphane Mallarmé
Lace passes into nothingness, With the ultimate Gamble in doubt, In blasphemy revealing just Eternal absence of any bed. This concordant enmity Of a white garland and the same, In flight against the...
Sonnet XV
de William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that...
Sonnet LXIII
de William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'er-worn; When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn...
To the moon
de Giacomo Leopardi
Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns, I remember how, heavy with sorrow, I climbed this hill to gaze on you, And then as now you hung above those trees Illuminating all. But to my eyes Your face...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...
A lover\'s complaint
de William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tun\'d tale; Ere long espied a...
Sonet CII de William Shakespeare
de Cristian Vasiliu
Iubirea mea dospind nu-i mai plăpândă. Nu m-am răcit chiar dacă buza-ngheață. (Iubirea scade căutând izbandă În gura mare, ca o precupeață.) Cândva și mie, dragostea ne\'nfrântă A tinereții-n mugur,...