Să-ți amintești când eu voi fi departe, În țara fără drumuri înapoi, De ziua când, de mână amândoi, Întârziam clipita ce desparte. Să-ți

One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by, I sigh at evening, and again I sigh when night brings sleep to men. Oh! It were

MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and

I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears. Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day\'s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found