Robert Burns

Robert Burns «Thou Gloomy December»

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Thou Gloomy December Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair! Fond lovers’ parting is sweet, painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever! Is anguish unmingled, and agony pure! Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, Till the last leaf o’ the summer is flown; Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, Till my last hope and last comfort is gone. Still … Читать далее →

Robert Burns «I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain»

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Стихотворение Роберта Бернса (1759 — 1796) «У меня есть жена…» на английском языке и в пяти переводах на русский язык. I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain I Hae a wife of my ain, I’ll partake wi’ naebody; I’ll take Cuckold frae nane, I’ll gie Cuckold to naebody. I hae a penny to spend, There-thanks to naebody! I hae naething to lend, I’ll borrow frae naebody. I am naebody’s lord, I’ll be slave to naebody; I hae a gude braid sword, I’ll tak dunts frae naebody. I’ll be merry and free, I’ll be sad for naebody; Naebody cares for me, … Читать далее →

Robert Burns «Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever»

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Стихотворение Роберта Бернса «Прощальный поцелуй» на английском языке и в трёх переводах на русский язык. Звукозапись стихотворения на английском языке. Ae Fond Kiss Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy: But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for … Читать далее →

Robert Burns «Comin’ Thro’ the Rye»

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Comin’ Thro’ the Rye O, Jenny’s a’ weet,1 poor body, Jenny’s seldom dry: She draigl’t 2 a’ her petticoatie, Comin thro’ the rye! Chorus: Comin thro’ the rye, poor body, Comin thro’ the rye, She draigl’t a’ her petticoatie, Comin thro’ the rye! Gin 3 a body meet a body Comin thro’ the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? 4 (chorus) Gin a body meet a body Comin thro’ the glen Gin a body kiss a body, Need the warl’5 ken? 6 (chorus) Gin a body meet a body Comin thro’ the grain; Gin a … Читать далее →