История зарубежной литературы XVII-XVIII веков. Нартыев Н.Н. - 43 стр.

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Ñîãëàñåí! Òàê êàêèõ æå áåä
Ñòðàøèøüñÿ òû?  ëþáâè áåñ÷åñòüÿ íåò,
Êàê íåò âðåäà: îò áëîøêè áîëüøèé âðåä!
Ïåðåâîä Ã. Êðóæêîâà
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
As virtuous men passe mildly away,
And whisper to their soules, to goe,
Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
The breath goes now, and some say, no:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
Twere prophanation of our joyes
To tell the layetie our love.
Moving of thearth brings harmes and feares,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheares,
Though greater farre, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers love
(Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love, so much refind,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse.
Our two soules therefore, which are one,
Though I must goe, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiffe twin compasses are two,
   Ñîãëàñåí! Òàê êàêèõ æå áåä
   Ñòðàøèøüñÿ òû?  ëþáâè áåñ÷åñòüÿ íåò,
   Êàê íåò âðåäà: îò áëîøêè áîëüøèé âðåä!
                                       Ïåðåâîä Ã. Êðóæêîâà

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
   As virtuous men passe mildly away,
   And whisper to their soules, to goe,
   Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
   The breath goes now, and some say, no:

   So let us melt, and make no noise,
   No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
   T’were prophanation of our joyes
   To tell the layetie our love.

   Moving of th’earth brings harmes and feares,
   Men reckon what it did and meant,
   But trepidation of the spheares,
   Though greater farre, is innocent.

   Dull sublunary lovers love
   (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
   Absence, because it doth remove
   Those things which elemented it.

   But we by a love, so much refin’d,
   That our selves know not what it is,
   Inter-assured of the mind,
   Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse.

   Our two soules therefore, which are one,
   Though I must goe, endure not yet
   A breach, but an expansion,
   Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.

   If they be two, they are two so
   As stiffe twin compasses are two,

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