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When I do count the clock that tells the...

Language: English

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
  And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
  Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.


Translation(s): FRE FRE ITA RUS

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Text added to the website: 2007-10-08.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:29
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Word count: 118

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Когда часы мне говорят, что свет

Language: Russian (Русский) after the English

Когда часы мне говорят, что свет
Потонет скоро в грозной тьме ночной,
Когда фиалки вянет нежный цвет
И тёмный локон блещет сединой,
Когда листва несется вдоль дорог,
В полдневный зной хранившая стада,
И нам кивает с погребальных дрог
Седых снопов густая борода, --
Я думаю о красоте твоей,
О том, что ей придётся отцвести,
Как всем цветам лесов, лугов, полей,
Где новое готовится расти.
Но если смерти серп неумолим,
Оставь потомков, чтобы спорить с ним!


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Based on
  • a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 12 FRE FRE ITA
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): David Llewellyn Green, Einojuhani Rautavaara, Richard Simpson, David Winkler. Go to the text.

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Text added to the website: 2007-10-12.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:29
Line count: 14
Word count: 74