ищу стишки на английском языке,но не могу найти..(прошу если есть или знаете напишите а то я уже часа 4 мучаюсь(

Another Year

I’m wishing you another year
Of laughter, joy and fun,
Surprises, love and happiness,
And when your birthday’s done,

I hope you feel deep in your heart,
As your birthdays come and go,
How very much you mean to me,
More than you can know.

Примерный перевод:
Я желаю тебе еще один год улыбок, весеселья, любви и счастья,
И когда твое день рождение наступит, я хочу, чтобы ты почувствовал (а) глубоко в сердце, как много ты значишь для меня - больше, чем ты думаешь
Perfect Birthday

On your birthday I wish you much pleasure and joy;
I hope all of your wishes come true.
May each hour and minute be filled with delight,
And your birthday be perfect for you!
Примерный перевод:
На твое день рождения желаю тебе веселья, исполнения всех твоих желаний, чтобы каждая минута была восхитительной.
П. С. Перевод не литературный, просто перевела смысл:))

мой любимый стишок)
Our family comes
From around the world
Our hair is straight
Our hair is curled
Our eyes are brown
Our eyes are blue
Our skins are different colors too

We are girls and boys
We are big and small
We are young and old
We are short and tall.
We are everything
That we can be
And still we are

A family.
We laugh and cry
We work and play
We help each other
Every day
The world is lovely place to be
Because we are a family

На какую тему?

You left me, sweet, two legacies,--(Bequest)
You left me, sweet, two legacies,--
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Mine-by the Right of the White Election!
Mine-by the Right of the White Election!
Mine-by the Royal Seal!
Mine-by the Sign in the Scarlet prison-
Bars-cannot conceal!
Mine-here-in Vision-and in Veto!
Mine-by the Grave's Repeal-
Tilted-Confirmed-
Delirious Charter!
Mine-long as Ages steal!

A precious-mouldering pleasure-'tis-
A precious-mouldering pleasure-'tis-
To meet an Antique Book-
In just the Dress his Century wore-
A privilege-I think-
His venerable Hand to take-
And warming in our own-
A passage back-or two-to make-
To Times when he-was young-
His quaint opinions-to inspect-
His thought to ascertain
On Themes concern our mutual mind-
The Literature of Man-
What interested Scholars-most-
What Competitions ran-
When Plato-was a Certainty-
And Sophocles-a Man-
When Sappho-was a living Girl-
And Beatrice wore
The Gown that Dante-deified-
Facts Centuries before
He traverses-familiar-
As One should come to Town-
And tell you all your Dreams-were true-
He lived-where Dreams were born-
His presence is Enchantment-
You beg him not to go-
Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads
And tantalize-just so-

When Night is almost done-
When Night is almost done-
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces-
It's time to smooth the Hair-
And get the Dimples ready-
And wonder we could care
For that old-faded Midnight-
That frightened-but an Hour-

The Soul selects her own Society --
The Soul selects her own Society --
Then -- shuts the Door --
To her divine Majority --
Present no more --
Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing --
At her low Gate --
Unmoved -- an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat --
I've known her -- from an ample nation --
Choose One --
Then -- close the Valves of her attention --
Like Stone --

22

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.