George Gordon Noel Byron›Poezii

O,dacă Soarta ne unea, Cum îmi juraseși, mi se pare, N-aș mai fi fost, în pacea mea, De-atâtea nebunii în stare ! De vină tu ești,deci,

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and

From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled - Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine - And there it

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

I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed With not the less of sorrow

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here\'s a double health to thee! Here\'s a sigh to those who

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that\'s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her

¡Sol del que triste vela, astro de cumbre fría, cuyos trémulos rayos de la noche para mostrar las sombras sólo brillan! ¡Oh, cuánto te

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that\'s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy