Sonnet 12 by William Shakespeare
Сонет 12 Уильяма Шексира на английском языке и в 8 переводах на русский язык XII When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o’er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since … Читать далее →