Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate…
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 18)
Author: denis_neyruda
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death…
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Éteins-toi, court flambeau
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
(Shakespeare, Macbeth, V, 5)
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Réchauffe-moi
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Tu gardes tes rollers ?
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J’ai si froid. Tellement froid
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Fermez cette porte. Je gèle !
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Vont-ils un jour réparer le chauffage ?
—Are they ever going to get the heating fixed?
—They are working at it, Professor. Perhaps some of you scientists would like to give us a helping hand?
Hi, babe. Long time no see.
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Ça fait un bout de temps
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Tu m’as manqué
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J’ai un boulot. — Déjà ?
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C’est vrai
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Really ? Oh
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Vraiment ?
Lord Tennyyson will have to look for his laurels
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Quel poème ?
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower…
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
(Wordsworth)
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Et si rien ne peut ramener la splendeur
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass…
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Ni la gloire des fleurs
… of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
(Wordsworth)
For once in your life do something bright
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Don’t call me a cretin, sweetie
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What’s useless is never beautiful
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