William Shakespeare›Poezii

Ea jura ca-i din adevar, icoana si eu o cred, desi minciuna-i simt, ma vede june fara de prihana neinvatat cu-al lumii vested jind. Ma crede

Aramă, piatră, nesfârșită mare sunt în puterea morții ne-nțelese, cum ar putea tiparele de floare plăpânda frumusețe s-o păstreze? Duhul de

In primavara ta mi-ai fost departe pe cind Aprilie-ncerca nocturn un duh al tineretii sa desarte si se-nsotea in danturi cu Saturn. Nici tril

Cum valurile cresc peste prundisuri minute curg spre moarte-n zbor nebun, locul si-l lasa fara ocolisuri celor din urma, care le rapun. Te nasti

Iubind, pacatuiesc; urand, esti sfanta, alungi nelegiuirea indragirii dar masurandu-ne gasesc ca-i blanda si-i dulce vina mea, un fruct al

Nu, dragostea nu-mi e idolatrie cel ce mi-e drag nu-i idol nicidecum, la fel mi-e cantecul si-i dat sa fie doar unuia-nchinat, oricand,

Iubindu-ti ochii-n care se rasfrange privirea mea, de ei compatimita ii vad, in negru, cum incearca-a plange cu mila tandra, inima-mi

Fii josnic, josnic de esti socotit a fi sau a nu fi pot fi tot una cand bucuria ta s-a naruit cand cei din jur i-adauga minciuna! De ce

Ce leac baui din lacrima de stima curgand prin filtre diavolesti, din frig? Mi-e spaima vis si visul spaime-anima si pierd cand sunt aproape de

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty\'s legacy? Nature\'s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she

Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of

De dragostea de sine-i stapanita fiinta mea, orice cotlon din mine, nu-i leac s-o mantuie, e zidita in invelisul inimii prea-pline. Nu-i chip mai

De ce mi-e stihul fara straluciri, lipsit de mladiere si schimbare? De ce nu-mi lunec sterpele priviri spre-a mestesugului prea grea lucrare? De

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty\'s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies\' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled

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

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

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his

ACT II. Scene I. A lane by the wall of Capulet\'s orchard. Enter Romeo alone. Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back,

ACT V. Scene I. Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair

Then let not winter\'s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill\'d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love