стихи о жизни на английском с переводом

Ответ от Raspberryk[гуру]
THE DAFFODILS W. WORDSWORTH. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering dancing in t

Ответ от Ella Kuznetsova[гуру]
William Blake. The FlyLittle FlyThy summers play,My thoughtless handHas brush'd away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I danceAnd drink & sing:Till some blind handShall bru

Ответ от ДИАС АХМЕТБЕКОВ[новичек]
To...by Percy Bysshe Shelley One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother; And pity from thee more d

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