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50 phrases of Luis de Góngora

50 phrases of Luis de Góngora

Luis de Góngora y Argote (1561-1627), he was an illustrious Spanish poet and playwright of the Spanish Golden Age, along with Francisco de Quevedo, Calderón de la Barca and Lope de Vega.

It is considered the greatest exponent of the literary current known as culteranismo or gongorismo, whose work has been imitated throughout the centuries in Europe and America. His works have been the object of multiple interpretations already at the same time, as if it were a Latin classic.

Famous quotes by Luis de Góngora

Flowers give people certain examples; which may be the wasteland today that was the garden yesterday.

Add me hot and people laugh.

From this royal paradise green cage is a laurel of three sweet nightingales that sing two and three.

The words, wax; The steel works.

If only one hair is enough to tie my will, without the need to chain my neck.

Live happily, long course of age never neat; and if neat, in loving knots always live husbands.

A love battles, feather field.

By sane I judged you, although poet.

That is a more serious doctor who knows more aphorisms, it may well be; But the one who died the most is not more expert, it cannot be.

Flowers give people certain examples; which may be the wasteland today that was the garden yesterday.

Give me now, sacred sea, to my demands answer, how well you can, if it is true that the waters have tongues.

Even wisdom sells the University.

Sweet wars of love and sweet peace.

The lady who calls the page left her husband in bed and found him, jealous, more icy than the stew.

Send love in your fatigue to sit and not say; but I am more pleased that it is said and not felt.

This amending customs is dangerous and violent.

Steps of a pilgrim are, wandering, how many dictated me sweet muse verses in confused solitude, lost some, others inspired.

Evil will forgive you the hours, the hours that are filing the days, the days that gnawing are the years.

Today they make new friendship, more for Bacchus than for Febo, Don Francisco de Quevedo Don Felix Lope de Vega.

Naked the young man, how much the ocean dress has drunk to restore makes him to the sands.

Because, between one lip and another red, Love is in its armed poison which between flower and flower always hidden.

The hours that file are the days that gnaw are the years.

The greatest prosecutor of my work is me.

Treat others of the government of the world and its monarchies, while they govern my days butters and tender bread, and the mornings of orange and aguardiente winter…

Look that the age lies, look that the most lush Almond tree grim reaper is short worm inside.

Jealous you are, the girl, jealous you are of that blissful, because you are looking for him, blind, because he does not see you.

Life is wounded deer that the arrows give it wings.

I do not sing, mother, and if I sing, very sad lay my songs are.

If much little map unfolds, much more is what, mists unleashing, confuses the sun and distance.

As the lady consults with the mirror her complexion, will she not consult once with the honesty of her fame?

And for the life of your eyes, which are of my eyes, life, may our friendship dismiss any occasion of anger.

You, a pilgrim bird, arrogant splendor - since not beautiful - of the last west: the rugged mother-of-pearl of your forehead hangs over the sapphire curly of your neck, which blends at your tables for you.

Crying the absence of the traitorous gallant is found by the moon and left by the sun, always adding passion to passion, memory to memory, pain to pain.

Already kissing crystalline hands, already knotting me to a white and smooth neck, and spreading through that hair, that Love took out from the gold of its mines.

What an impertinent closure and what a mistake, to make the bars of his prison from outsiders wrong!

At one the feet kiss and the other the hands I ask: for in them I see that they are, according to my love, the keys to the paradise of this successful Adam.

Join your eyes, and more pearls do not give, because the sun is bad what aurora well.

Crying the absence of the traitorous gallant is found by the moon and left by the sun, always adding passion to passion, memory to memory, pain to pain.

Of improved site, attentive look at the robust disposition that, if you do not admire it for the soft, it is force that you admire it for the beautiful.

As I sowed and sowed, I caught: I burned an altered sea, sowed in barren sand, took shame and eagerness.

From the flowery skirt, which today pearls embroidered the bright dawn, woven in garland, transfer these jasmine to your forehead.

Venus hypocrite is. The source leaves the daffodil that is not little for him, and no longer looks at himself, admired what he sees.

After seeing them gone, as I am the one who is interested, I can say that I am not sorry that they are favored.

Enjoy neck, hair, lip and forehead, before what was in your golden age.

Crying the absence of the traitorous gallant is found by the moon and left by the sun, always adding passion to passion, memory to memory, pain to pain.

After seeing them gone, as I am the one who is interested, I can say that I am not sorry that they are favored.

While for competing for your hair, burnished gold, the sun shines in vain, while with contempt, in the middle of the plain look your white in front of the beautiful lily.

Mute the admiration, speak quietly, and, blindly, a river follows, that - bright of those mountains son - with crooked speech, although neatly tyrannizes the fields usefully.

Another with her mountainous zagala joined the liquid crystal to the human by the beautiful arcaduz of one hand that one despises, the other matches.

At one the feet kiss and the other the hands I ask: for in them I see that they are, according to my love, the keys to the paradise of this successful Adam.

It was not minor; and in short if you do not want my pen to be the hoe of your host, do not keep me more calm, that it is the body that heals you so confessor, as the priest is the doctor of the soul.

With pleasure the young man listened to him, when a torrent of arms and dogs that, if precipitates did not close them, the people behind a wolf brought.