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O my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.

а из "ромео и джульетты" 68 года песня

What is a youth? Impetuous fire.
What is a maid? Ice and desire.
The world wags on...
А rose will bloom
It then will fade
So does a youth...
So does the fairest maid.
Comes a time when one sweet smile
has a season for a while....
Then love's in love with me.
Some they think only to marry,
others will tease and tarry.
Mine is the very best parry.
Cupid he rules us all.
Caper the cape, but sing me the song,
Death will come soon to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey... and bitter as gall,
Love is a task and it never will pall.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall.
Cupid rules us all

The Love Song of Har Dyal
Rudyard Kipling

Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky--
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.

Below my feet the still bazar is laid--
Far, far below the weary camels lie--
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!

My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I--
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!

На север одиноко с крыш смотрю,
На всполохи, - твоих походов след, -
На север взор мой, на твою зарю.
Вернись, любимый, - мне покоя нет.

Затих базар внизу у ног моих,
Лежат вдали дары твоих побед -
Верблюды, скарб и пленники твои.
Вернись, любимый, - мне покоя нет.

Жена отца стара, с годами зла,
Заботы все лежат теперь на мне -
Мне пища – грусть, питье мое - слеза.
Вернись, любимый, - мне покоя нет.
или

She told nor whence, nor why she left behind
Her all for one who seem' d but little kind..
Why did she love him? Curious foll!- be still-
Is human love the growth of human will?.
Байрон "Лара"

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