Lord Bajron (Dzordz Gordon Bajron)

Annabel_Lee · **ஐ NaUgHtGeLiC ஐ**

So we'll go no more a-roving

SO, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Annabel_Lee · **ஐ NaUgHtGeLiC ஐ**

Maid of Athens, ere we part

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zoë mou sas agapo.

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Aegean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zoë mou sas agapo.

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,
Zoë mou sas agapo.

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!
Zoë mou sas agapo.

Beatrica · Odomaćeni član

Ona ide

Ona ide u svetlu lepote
Ko noc blaga u zvezdanom sjaju.
Sve sto ima u svetu krasote:
Svetlog,tamnog-njene oci daju.
Sve neznosti,i divote s njima,
sto dan blistav ne moze da ima.

Ni zrak manje,niti vise sama
Sen u valu crnih joj vitica
Il' u skladu loknica,il' prama
sto se spusta preko njenog lica,
Preko cela gde cedne,spokojne
Misli-svoga mesta su dostojne.

Na tom licu koje ozarava
Srecni osmeh vecite vedrine;
Gde dobrotom svakog ocarava
Mirni odsjaj vecite vrline,
Na tome se divnom licu cita
Ljubav-mirna,nevina vecita.