Előző
Következő
|
Napnyugtával alszanak a fák is . . . |
2017-05-03 18:03:54 |
Ó ! mily gyorsan elszálltak az évek , tovatűnt a boldog ifjúság , vágyaink is megpihenni tértek , csendesek a régi kis utcák . Napnyugtával alszanak a fák is , lombjaik közt a szél suhan át , felgyúlnak a csillagok az égen , illatárban úszik a Világ , ringatózik magas fák hegyében , az énekes kicsi csalogány . Hívogatja , ke... |
x |
2013-10-22 09:50:55 |
Mare, Walter de la: Mindenek múlása (All That's Past in Hungarian) All That's Past (English) Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose. Very old are the brooks; And the rills that rise... |
Thomas Stearns Eliot versei |
2013-10-06 11:31:01 |
THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT .................. ................... ...............................................http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x48... |
x |
2013-10-04 19:50:32 |
-Eliot, T. S.: Sweeney a fülemülék közt (Sweeney Among The nightingales in Hungarian Sweeney Among The nightingales (English) 'omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso'* Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward t... |
x |
2013-07-25 16:15:46 |
Robert Bridges Nightingales.................. Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom ..................................... Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O mig... |
x |
2011-10-03 13:34:38 |
Dylan Thomas - In My Craft or Sullen Art In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of char... |
by Matthew Arnold |
2011-02-11 15:35:51 |
The Scholar Gypsy by Matthew Arnold Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, Nor the cropped herbage shoot another head. But when the fields are still, And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest, And only the white sheep are sometimes... |
Diana Ross - Corner Of The Sky |
2009-05-13 14:55:52 |
If any of you have been in New York recently you'll know that "Pippin" is one of the biggest broadway show throughout today. "Pippin" is the story of Emperor Charlemaine's son who could never ever find hapiness. He tried everything. He tried war, he tried religion. And he even tried a little sex. But it didn't work. Too bad for him! The song I'd like to do for you know is from "Pi... |
Előző
Következő
|
|