De ta tige d;tach;e,Pauvre feuille dess;ch;e,O; vas-tu ? — Je n’en sais rien.L’orage a bris; le ch;neQui seul ;tait mon soutien.De son inconstante haleineLe z;phyr ou l’aquilonDepuis ce jour me prom;neDe la for;t ; la plain...

Коль боли нет - ты точно умер,Пусть даже свеч огонь везде,Но коли всё же ты разумен,Коснись ладошкою к воде.Коль влага есть - не верь округе,Ты просто-напросто уснул,И все, с тобой кто рядом, буки-То твой почётный караул....

Alln;chtlich im Traume seh’ ich dich,Und sehe dich freundlich gr;;en,Und lautaufweinend st;rz’ ich michZu deinen s;;en F;;en.Du siehst mich an wehm;thiglich,Und sch;ttelst das blonde K;pfchen;Aus deinen Augen schleichen sich...

Отгорела пожарами осень,И зима уж стучится в окно,Хоть декабрь ещё ветрен и слёзен,Да и снег - не бело полотно.Лишь рябины кроваво-червонны,Им дожди да снега лишь вода,Да у прясла склоненные клёны,А вокруг лопухи-лебеда....

We first recognised each other as if we were siblings,and when we held hands your touchmade me stupidly happy.Hold my hand, you said in the hospital .You had big hands, strong hands, gentleas those of a Mediterranean father...

Si par une nuit lourde et sombreUn bon chr;tien, par charit;,Derri;re quelque vieux d;combreEnterre votre corps vant;,; l’heure o; les chastes ;toilesFerment leurs yeux appesantis,L’araign;e y fera ses toiles,Et la vip;re s...

SWEET is the Rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the Juniper, but sharp his bough; sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh near; sweet is the firbloom, but his branches roughSweet is the Cypress, but his rind is tough, sweet is the nut...

RUDELY thou wrongest my dear heart's desire, In finding fault with her too portly pride: the thing which I do most in her admire, is of the world unworthy most envied. For in those lofty looks is close implied, scorn of base things...

Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind doth still persist in her rebellious pride: such love, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd, the harder wonne, the firmer will abide.The durefull Oake, whose sap in not yet dride, is long ere it c...

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, what wondrous vertue is contaynd in you the which both lyfe and death forth from you dart into the object of your mighty view?For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew, then is my soule...