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In misty dreams and shadowed memoriesOf fabled cities I have dwelt apace-And from strange lakes set round with Guardian TreesHave slacked my thirst, and scornful of the faceOf harshful reality have stooped to traceDark figures on the sands of alien quays.In crystal splendor I have spanned the seasAnd clothed myself in legendary grace…In Idris ILire la suite « Once Kings – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,Towards the end of the sunny month of June,When the north wind congregates in crowdsThe floating mountains of the silver cloudsFrom the horizon – and the stainless skyOpens beyond them like eternity.All things rejoiced beneath the sun, the weeds,The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds;The willow leaves thatLire la suite « Summer – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

Seven stars in the still water,And seven in the sky;Seven sins on the King’s daughter,Deep in her soul to lie.Roses are at her feet,(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)And O where her bosom and girdle meetRed roses are hidden there.Fair is the knight who lies slainAmid the rush and reed,See the lean fishes thatLire la suite « The Dole Of The King?s Daughter – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

Upon the edge of forest green,Perchance you’ve walked, you may have seen,Tiny rings of cloverleaf,And dared not wonder what’s beneath.Well I shall tell you of a tale,That happened neath a moon so pale,I walked along where none could see,By Druids font, and tall oak Tree.The gentle tinkling of a chime,Which sounded like an Angels rhyme,CameLire la suite « The Faerie Chime – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

This little bowl is like a mossy poolIn a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets growNodding in chequered sunshine of trees;A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds,Where, though unseen, is heard the endless songAnd murmur of the never resting sea.’T was winter, Roger, when you made this cup,But coming SpringGuided your eager handAnd roundLire la suite « The Green Bowl – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

It’s the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door.There is a blessing in the air,Which seems a sense of joy to yieldTo the bare trees, and mountains bare,And grass in the green field.O my sister, ’tis a wish of mineNow that our morningLire la suite « To My Sister – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

It is the hour when from the boughsThe nightingale’s high note is heard-It is the hour – when lovers’ vowsSweet in every wordThey seem sweet in every whispered word.And gentle winds and waters nearMake music to the lonely ear.Each flower the dews have lightly wet,Stars and sky are met…And in the sky the stars areLire la suite « Twilight – Caprice (rússia) – letras »

It was a winter such as when birds dieIn the deep forests; and the fishes lieStiffened in the translucent ice, which makesEven the mud and slime of the warm lakesA wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,Among their children, comfortable menGather about great fires, and yet feel cold:Alas then for the homeless beggar old!

PERDIDO DE AMOR EU TAVACOMPLETAMENTE APAIXONADOEU ME OMITIA EU ME CALAVASO PRA NAO VER TUDO ACABADO.FAZIA DE TUDO PRA SATISFAZER VOCEQUE NAO TINHA DEFEITOS PRA MIMEU ACHAVA QUE NAO TINHA FIMDE REPENTE VOLTEI A SORRIRME LIVREI DESSE FALSO QUERER..MAS ACABOUACABOU O EFEITO DO AMOREU NAO TENHO MAIS RECAIDAVOCE PODE TER QUEM QUISERVOU RECOMEÇAR MINHA VIDAVOULire la suite « Efeito do Amor – Capricho Carioca – letras »

Escrevi o seu nome na areiaPra ver se matava a minha saudadeDe repente a chuva caiuUma onda surgiu, seu nome apagouE a areia ficando molhadaCom o pranto amargo que o tempo chorouE a areia ficando molhadaCom o pranto amargo que o tempo chorouVi a chuva desfazer seu nomeEu senti no peito uma dor sem igualCompreendiLire la suite « A Chuva – Capricho e Caprichoso – letras »