I d Scare My Sadness...
If all my fears were dying,
I’d make my trouble climb walls
And see my soul a-flying.
I’d burn my nervousness in love
And warm my soul by fire,
If frost of fear was not so rough,
If I had the desire.
Oh, may my Main Wish carry me.
It makes my life more useful,
Don’t need too much, my soul is free
To fly the path I choose to.
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Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
O that recrd could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some ntique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composd wonder of your frame:
Whether we are mended, or whe'er better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
O sure I am the wits of former days
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
Sonnet 59 by William Shakespeare в оригинале.
Вот ни капли не хотелось сравнить, че слово! Очень понравилось и показалось похоже по смыслу, даже не по смыслу, а по ощущениям от стихов....
Каждому времени - свое, каждому человеку - свое, конечно же.. Но, вот сравнилось почему-то...
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