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Sonnet 130

You will wear your independence like a crown
Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.



Услышав любимый соннет в исполнении Северуса Алана, я чесно, чуть не кончил.
вот он:
Sonnet 130

Комментарии
15.09.2007 в 23:17

Адепт Великого Похуя
:buh::buh::buh::buh::alles::alles::alles:
Боже... Так говорить нельзя...:heart:
16.09.2007 в 12:56

You will wear your independence like a crown
:-D
16.09.2007 в 13:20

Мартовская девочка
плииин! я этот сонет переводила на конкурсе литераторов или как там он назывался. ненавижу его)))
16.09.2007 в 13:22

You will wear your independence like a crown
Горгуша не знаю) я его очень люблю)