XIX The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded: that warnes al louers wayt vpon their king, who now is comming forth with girland crouned. With noyse whereof the quyre of Byrds resounded their anthemes sweet devized of loues prayse, that all the woods theyr ecchoes back rebounded, as if they knew the meaning of their layes. But mongst them all, which did Loues honor rayse no word was heard of her that most it ought, but she his precept proudly disobayes, and doth his ydle message set at nought. Therefore O loue, vnlesse she … Читать далее →

Сонет 62 Эдмунда Спенсера на английском языке и в двух переводах на русский язык. LXII The weary yeare his race now having run, The new begins his compast course anew: With shew of morning mylde he hath begun, Betokening peace and plenty to ensew. So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew, Chaunge eeke our mynds and former lives amend, The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew, And fly the faults with which we did offend. Then shall the new yeares joy forth freshly send, Into the glooming world his gladsome ray: And all these stormes which now … Читать далее →

Сонет 37 из сборника «Amoretti» английского поэта, современника Шекспира Эдмунда Спенсера (1552-1599) на английском языке и в двух переводах на русский язык. XXXVII What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly skill so cunningly them dresses, that which is gold or heare, may scarse be told? Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold, she may entangle in that golden snare: and being caught may craftily enfold, theyr weaker harts, which are not wel aware? Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare henceforth too … Читать далее →