какое стихитворение на английском вы бы посоветовали???

Let me not to the marriage of true mindsSonnet 116William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Мешать соединенью двух сердецЯ не намерен. Может ли изменаЛюбви безмерной положить конец?Любовь не знает убыли и тлена.Любовь - над бурей поднятый маяк,Не меркнущий во мраке и тумане.Любовь - звезда, которою морякОпределяет место в океане.Любовь - не кукла жалкая в рукахУ времени, стирающего розыНа пламенных устах и на щеках,И не страшны ей времени угрозы.А если я не прав и лжет мой стих,То нет любви - и нет стихов моих!я его просто обожаю! надеюсь, и вам понравится

Робин Гуд - Принц воров.

The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight.I breathed a song into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For who has sight so keen and strong,That it can follow the flight of song?Long, long afterward, in an oakI found the arrow, still unbroke;And the song, from beginning to end,I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Трогательное и красивое, мне нравится, может быть, понравится и вам.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale
строк мож и маловато, но эт моё любимое

Gil-Gad was an elven kingOf him the harpers sadly singThe last whose realm was fair and freeBetween the mountains and the seaHis sword was long, his lance was keenHis shining helm afar was seenThe countless stars of heaven's fieldWere mirrored in his silver shieldBut long ago he rode awayAnd where he dwelleth, none can sayFor into darkness fell his starIn Mordor, where the shadows are

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun... сонет 130, Шекспира. ну ОООООООООООчень красиво! и как раз 14 строк))))))или do i believe in God? by Noel Coward просто Офигенно!