27 novembre 2007

W.B. Yeats - I am of Ireland

  ‘I am of Ireland,And the Holy Land of Ireland,And time runs on,’ cried she.‘Come out of charity,Come dance with me in Ireland.’One man, one man aloneIn that outlandish gear,One solitary manOf all that rambled thereHad turned his stately head.That is a long way off,And time runs on,’ he said,‘And the night grows rough.’‘I am of Ireland,And the Holy Land of Ireland,And time runs on,’ cried she.‘Come out of charityAnd dance with me in Ireland.’‘The fiddlers are all thumbs,Or the fiddle-string accursed,The drums and the... [Lire la suite]
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27 novembre 2007

Lewis Caroll - Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,   And the mome raths outgrabe.     "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun   The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand:   Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree,   And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish... [Lire la suite]
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