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Синие тени весны –
Это кобальт по белой глазури.
Снежный фарфор раскрошится, разбитый лучом;
Чашку не склеить,

Never seen such lovely beauty
You're like angel from the sky
So adorable, sweet cutie
When I see you, I get high

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,

'Talk of pluck
' pursued the Sailor,
Set at euchre on his elbow,'I was on the wharf at Charleston,
Just ashore from off the runner

I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",
And let us make merry to-night, my men
Aye, those were the days when my beard was black —I like to remember them now and then —Then Miles was living, and Cuthbert there,
On his l...

To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame; To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek, And tease your m...

"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still express the hopes of one day returning and again planting the crescent on the ancient walls of the Alhambra

When you are seventeen you aren't really serious
- One fine evening, you've had enough of beer and lemonade,
And the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights
- You go walking beneath the green lime trees of the promenade

La luna vino a la fraguacon su polisón de nardos
El niño la mira mira
El niño la está mirando
En el aire conmovidomueve la luna sus brazosy enseña, lúbrica y pura,sus senos de duro estaño

MY Love dwelt in a Northern land
A gray tower in a forest green Was hers, and far on either hand The long wash of the waves was seen, And leagues on leagues of yellow sand, The woven forest boughs between
And through the silver Northern ...

CXCIII
ROMANCE
Холодных звёзд таинственная бездна
Отражена в твоих задумчивых глазах, —

Не знаю, чи побачу Вас, чи ні.
А може, власне, і не в тому справа.
А головне, що десь вдалечині
Є хтось такий, як невтоленна спрага.