wealth [Theme]
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Intitled in thy parts, do sit crownd,
I make my love ingrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live:
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee;
This wish I have then ten times happy me.
Like a glad father in the evening of life
The heirs of the courage young
So. truth and glory
I admire, ignominiously fading.
The magnanimity, nobility, beauty,
And a sharp mind, and strength, and health
Barely every trait of yours
Passed me with your love.
I'm not poor, not weak, not alone,
And the shadow of love that I carry,
Such a bounty of poses thread
I'm living one particle.
All you can I wish
Descends from you as grace.
Quote Explanation: Sonnet 37, translated by Samuil Marshak.
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MegaMozg 15-06-2020 / 12:57
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When, persecuted and people, and rock,
One with the other, in desperation wild,
I the wilderness of heaven, disturb vain cry,
Look at the world with fierce eye,
Wanting to be richer in hope,
Beautiful, always among friends
Skillful, not knowing failure,
And I hate everything in my fate, -
I, myself despising myself for it,
Suddenly thought of you in heaven
(Like a lark at dawn from the face
Of the earth) are my national anthem on the eve of Raya...
So, just remembering your love,
I despise the lot of kings.
Quote Explanation: In the translation of modest Tchaikovsky.
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Viker 13-06-2020 / 14:22
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
Jenny met me
The kiss, jumping off the chairs.
With other stolen goods keeping
All lived and what I was craving,
Time, cast the balance of the day
Old age, sadness and poverty evil,
But... Jenny met me
Kiss.
Quote Explanation: The author of the translation: Andrei Gastev.
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MegaMozg 29-11-2019 / 20:50
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
Imagine here the other day
I go and suddenly, as blew:
Eugene kissed me
Bullet jumping down from the chair!
I will say, behind my path,
Dying away gradually -
But don't forget to add,
I kissed Eugene!
Quote Explanation: The author of the translation: Valentin Nadezhdin.
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MegaMozg 29-11-2019 / 20:48
