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... http://kepfeltoltes.hu/151025/Szonet t_073_www.kepfeltoltes.hu_.jpg [/kep]
Sonnet LXXIII.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
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... 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.
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...-Swinburne, Charles Algernon: Madonna Mia (Madonna Mia Magyar nyelven)
Madonna Mia (Angol)
Under green apple-boughs
That never a storm will rouse,
My lady hath her house
Between two bowers;
In either of the twain
Red roses full of rain;
She hath for bondwomen
All kin... |
| 2013-10-21 10:10:59 |
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Stevens, Wallace: A hó embere (The Snow Man Magyar nyelven)
The Snow Man (Angol)
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the dis... |
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... blood has blinded my eyes.
Where is England? Where is Kent? Where is
Canterbury?
O, far far far far in the past; and I wander in
a land of barren boughs: if I break them, they
bleed, I wander in a land of dry stones: if I
touch them, they bleed.
How can I ever return, to the soft quiet seasons.
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... men
We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then,
.................................... . As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
.................................... . Welcome the dawn.
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| 2013-07-25 16:15:46 |
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... prong have I entered these hills:
That the grass grow from my body,
That I hear the roots speaking together,
The air is new on my leaf,
The forked boughs shake with the wind.
Is Zephyrus more light on the bough, Apeliota
more light on the almond branch?
By this door have I entered the hill.
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... end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
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| 2013-03-19 11:42:56 |
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... voice loos'd to the eddies of
the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields
and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me ris... |
| 2011-11-08 19:54:00 |
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... that's dust without, and stink within.
And like that slender stalk, at whose end stands
The woodbine quivering, are her arms and hands.
Like rough-bark'd elm-boughs, or the russet skin
Of men late scourged for madness, or for sin,
Like sun-parch'd quarters on the city gate,
Such is thy tann'd skin's lamentable state... |
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