"acımasız güzel kadın" anlamına gelir
(bkz: prenses fausta)
la belle dame şans merci
ingiliz şair john keats şiiri:
i
ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
alone and palely loitering?
the sedge is witherd from the lake,
and no birds sing.
ii
ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
so haggard and so woe-begone?
the squirrels granary is full,
and the harvests done.
iii
i see a lily on thy brow,
with anguish moist and fever dew;
and on thy cheek a fading rose
fast withereth too.
iv
i met a lady in the meads,
full beautiful - a faerys child;
her hair was long, her foot was light,
and her eyes were wild.
v
i set her on my pacing steed,
and nothing else saw all day long,
for sideways would she lean, and sing
a faerys song.
vi
i made a garland for her head,
and bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
she lookd at me as she did love,
and made sweet moan.
vii
she found me roots of relish sweet,
and honey wild, and manna dew;
and sure in language strange she said -
i love thee true.
viii
she took me to her elfin grot,
and there she gazed, and sighed deep,
and there i shut her wild wild eyes
so kissd to sleep.
ix
and there we slumberd on the moss,
and there i dreamd - ah! woe betide!
the latest dream i ever dreamd
on the cold hill side.
x
i saw pale kings, and princes too,
pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
they cried - la belle dame sans merci
hath thee in thrall!
xi
i saw their starved lips in the gloam,
with horrid warning gaped wide,
and i awoke, and found me here
on the cold hill side.
xii
and this is why i sojourn here,
alone and palely loitering,
though the sedge is witherd from the lake,
and no birds sing.
i
ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
alone and palely loitering?
the sedge is witherd from the lake,
and no birds sing.
ii
ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
so haggard and so woe-begone?
the squirrels granary is full,
and the harvests done.
iii
i see a lily on thy brow,
with anguish moist and fever dew;
and on thy cheek a fading rose
fast withereth too.
iv
i met a lady in the meads,
full beautiful - a faerys child;
her hair was long, her foot was light,
and her eyes were wild.
v
i set her on my pacing steed,
and nothing else saw all day long,
for sideways would she lean, and sing
a faerys song.
vi
i made a garland for her head,
and bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
she lookd at me as she did love,
and made sweet moan.
vii
she found me roots of relish sweet,
and honey wild, and manna dew;
and sure in language strange she said -
i love thee true.
viii
she took me to her elfin grot,
and there she gazed, and sighed deep,
and there i shut her wild wild eyes
so kissd to sleep.
ix
and there we slumberd on the moss,
and there i dreamd - ah! woe betide!
the latest dream i ever dreamd
on the cold hill side.
x
i saw pale kings, and princes too,
pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
they cried - la belle dame sans merci
hath thee in thrall!
xi
i saw their starved lips in the gloam,
with horrid warning gaped wide,
and i awoke, and found me here
on the cold hill side.
xii
and this is why i sojourn here,
alone and palely loitering,
though the sedge is witherd from the lake,
and no birds sing.
neden bekliyorsun?
bu sözlük, duygu ve düşüncelerini özgürce paylaştığın bir platform, hislerini tercüme eden özgür bilgi kaynağıdır.
katkıda bulunmak istemez misin?