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i can run
i can jump
but i cannot fly

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William Blake. The Fly

Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

Rudyard Kipling

I've never sailed the Amazon,
I've never reached Brazil;
But the Don and Magdalena,
They can go there when they will!

Yes, weekly from Southampton
Great steamers, white and gold,
Go rolling down to Rio
(Roll down -- roll down to Rio!),
And I'd like to roll to Rio
Some day before I'm old!

I've never seen a Jaguar
Nor yet an Armadill --
O dilloing in his armour,
And I s'pose I never will,

Unless I go to Rio
These wonders to behold --
Roll down -- roll down to Rio --
Roll really down to Rio!
Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio
Some day before I'm old .

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Снейп - Дамблдору

I can't confess you every thought,
That wakes inside my mind.
It's not compassion that I sought,
Though you are being kind.

You are too wise to understand
How jealous soul can ache.
And yet I feel your words can mend
A heart that's close to break.

And when my world again turns dark,
It's you I'm calling for.
You know, I bear much more then Mark,
You know what makes me sore.

There's only light that's in your eyes,
That helps me find my way.
A bit of dark inside me dies
And brighter is the day.

It's only you I'd ever trust,
For you put faith in me.
And I shall do the things I must,
I'll be what I must be.

You talk to me, your words are right,
But can they bring me peace?
The one, who's poisoned by the night,
Can not escape abyss.

Шекспир

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
'Tu-who;
Tu-whit, Tu-who'- A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
'Tu-who;
Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Шексир, Сонет 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Бернс

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.