Lope de Vega
Félix Arturo Lope de Vega y Carpio was a Spanish playwright and poet. He was one of the key figures in the Spanish Golden Century Baroque literature. His reputation in the world of Spanish literature is second only to that of Cervantes, while the sheer volume of his literary output is unequalled, making him one of the most prolific authors in the history of literature.
Nicknamed "The Phoenix of Wits" and "Monster of Nature" (because of the sheer volume of his work) by Miguel de Cervantes, Lope de Vega renewed the Spanish theatre at a time when it was starting to become a mass cultural phenomenon. He defined the key characteristics of it, and along with Calderón... more »
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Lope de Vega Poems
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care Thou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st wait Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate, And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?
Rimas humanas CXCI
Es la mujer del hombre lo más bueno, y locura decir que lo más malo, su vida suele ser y su regalo, su muerte suele ser y su veneno.
POOR bark of Life, upon the billows hoarse Assailed by storms of envy and deceit, Across what cruel seas in passage fleet My and sword alone direct thy course!
The Good Shepherd
SHEPHERD! who with thine amorous, sylvan song Hast broken the slumber that encompassed me, Who mad'st Thy crook from the accursed tree On which Thy powerful arms were stretched so long!
¿Qué tengo yo que mi amistad procuras?
¿Qué tengo yo que mi amistad procuras? ¿Qué interés se te sigue, Jesús mío que a mi puerta, cubierto de rocío, pasas las noches del invierno escuras?
Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso, áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo, alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo, leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso:
Dulce desdén, si el daño que me haces de la suerte que sabes te agradezco, qué haré si un bien de tu rigor merezco, pues sólo con el mal me satisfaces.
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Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care
Thou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st wait
Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate,
And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?
Oh, strange delusion, that I did not greet
Thy blest approach, and oh, to heaven how lost
If my ingratitude's unkindly frost
Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon Thy feet.
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
“Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see
How He persists to knock and wait for thee!”
And oh, how often to that Voice of ...