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Уж сколько дней прожито даром
В попытках отыскать себя.
Мы стали жалким лишь товаром
В круговороте бытия.

If virtue can't be mine alone at least my faults can be my own

On a starless night and
Underneath a sleeping
Comes the cry of sheep and
From the slaughter house to mine

"The World is not something tolook at, it is something to be in
"Mark RudmanI look and look
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,sometimes, a pair of eyes walking
Walking wherever looking takes one

Cyrus Cambyses Son of Persia King,
Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring,
She daughter unto great Astiages,
He in descent the seventh from Arbaces

To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session,     His kids were his delight, and physics his profession;     Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge,     Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th

Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes Its distance from the waves that chide below;
Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs Chills his col...

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to
Your person fair, and feel a certain
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas,
Kings of Macedon;
The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,

I am a grave poetic
That lays poetic
And to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs
We make the yolk philosophy,

Sit on the bed
I'm blind, and three parts shell
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall
Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes