Маkсуд?зи?jумла?офариниш?моем,Дар?чашми?хирад?jавhари?биниш моем.?Ин?доираи?jаhон чу ангуштарi аст,Бе?hеj шаке наkши?нигинаш моем. Подстрочник:Цель всей вселенной - это мы,В глазах мудрости драгоценность/сущность познания -...

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like...

Eyes look into the well,?Tears run down from the eye;?The tower cracked and fell?From the quiet winter sky.?Under a midnight stone?Love was buried by thieves;?The robbed heart begs for a bone,?The damned rustle like leaves....

Возненавидишь — что ж, но лучше бы сейчас,Когда? дела мои весь свет готов похерить,Сгибай, круши меня, с Фортуной злой сойдясь,Но лишь не становись? последнею потерей.И если сможет сердце? горе? превозмочь -Приди скорей вослед? за?...

Возненавидишь — что ж, но лучше бы сейчас,Когда? дела мои весь свет готов похерить,Сгибай, круши меня, с Фортуной злой сойдясь,Но лишь не становись? последнею потерей.И если сможет сердце? горе? превозмочь -Приди скорей вослед? за?...

THE FOOL'S PRAYER by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)THE royal feast was done; the KingSought some new sport to banish care,And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"?The jester...

John Donne. Holy Sonnet 14.?Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for youAs yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.I, like...

FIRE AND ICE?Some say the world will end in fire,?Some say in ice.?From what I've tasted of desire?I hold with those who favour fire.?But if it had to perish twice,?I think I know enough of hate?To say that for destruction...

Soft SnowI walked abroad on a snowy day:I ask'd the soft Snow with me to play:She play'd and she melted in all her prime;And the Winter call'd it a dreadful crime.?*****************************************Снежинка...

SONG How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide! He show'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing r...