Лезли Крэбтри (Leslie Crabtree)
Новости Сочинения для голоса с фортепиано Оперы Сочинения для фортепиано Публикации Контакты English


Пожалуйста, оставьте свои комментарии в ГОСТЕВОЙ КНИГЕ.


    William Shakespeare
  Full many a glorious morning have I seen   
  Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,  
  Kissing with golden face the meadows green,   
  Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;   
  Anon permit the basest clouds to ride   
  With ugly rack on his celestial face,   
  And from the forlorn world his visage hide,  
  Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:  
  Even so my sun one early morn did shine   
  With all triumphant splendor on my brow;   
  But out, alack! he was but one hour mine,   
  The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.   
    Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;   
    Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Сайт создан в системе uCoz