Уильям Шекспир (William Shakespeare)
Текст оригинала на английском языке
How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt; what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time: The teeming autumn big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease; Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are more; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Английская поэзия - http://www.eng-poetry.ru/. Адрес для связи email@example.com