Ehraoney

Bütün sevgileri atıp içimden, Varlığımı yalnız ona verdim ben. Elverir ki bir gün bana derinden, Ta derinden bir gün bana ''Gel'' desin.
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Ahmet Kutsi Tecer
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Porphyria's Lover
… That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Edebiyat
Song: to Celia
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent’st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Şiir
18. Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Edebiyat
Biliyor musun az az yaşıyorsun içimde Oysaki seninle güzel olmak var ~Edip Cansever