Literature

D. H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
with...
Konstantin Miladinov
If I had an eagle's wings
I would rise and fly on them
To our shores, to our own parts,
To See St...
Ono no Komachi
The hue of the cherry
fades too quickly from sight
all for nothing
this body of mine grows old --...
Hendrik Marsman
Thinking about Holland,
I see broad rivers
moving slowly through
endless lowlands.
rows of unthi...
William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorou...
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Dark swallows will return
to hang their nests on your balcony
and again with their wings will rap ...
Constantine Petrou Cavafy
When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge....
Jose Marti
If you see a hill of foam
It is my poetry that you see:
My poetry is a mountain
And is also a fea...
D. H. Lawrence
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness....
Adam Mickiewicz
While I don't see you, I don't shed a tear
I never lose my senses when you're near,
But, with ou...

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