by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883)

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Language: English 
Available translation(s): ITA
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
  Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
  Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Hans Hübner , copyright © ; composed by Hans-Georg Burghardt.
  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883) , no title ; composed by Mikhail Mikhailovich Ippolitov-Ivanov.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-08-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 109

Как часто видел я прекрасную Аврору
Language: Russian (Русский)  after the English 
Как часто видел я прекрасную Аврору,
Когда златились вкруг луга, холмы и лес,
Покорные ее ласкающему взору,
И рдели ручейки алхимией небес.
Но тучам вслед, она покорно позволяла
Топтать в пути свое небесное лицо —
И, нисходя с небес, позорно укрывала
На западе во тьме лучей своих кольцо.
Увы, так и мое светило дня сначала
Победно надо мной горело и блистало,
Явившись лишь на миг восторженным очам!
Теперь же блеск его вновь туча затмевает.
Но страсть моя за то его не презирает:
Пусть меркнет солнце здесь, коль нет его и там!

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This text was added to the website: 2021-07-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 91