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Øåêñïèð
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Ìàðøàê
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Êóçíåöîâ
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80
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O, how I faint when I of you do write, / Knowing a better spirit doth
use tour name, / And in the praise thereof spends all his might, / To make
me tongue-tied, speaking of tour fame!
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Ìíå èçìåíÿåò ãîëîñ ìîé è ñòèõ, / Êîãäà ïîäóìàþ, êàêîé ïåâåö / Òåáÿ
ïðîñëàâèë ãðîìîì ñòðóí ñâîèõ, / Ìåíÿ ìîë÷àòü çàñòàâèâ íàêîíåö.
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Î áîæå! Êàê ñëàáà ìîÿ ñòðîêà / Ïåðåä òàëàíòîì ëó÷øèõ èç ïåâöîâ, / È
ñèëû òðàòèò çðÿ ìîÿ ðóêà /  óáîãîñòè êîñíîÿçû÷íûõ ñòðîô
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85
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still…
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Ìîÿ íåìàÿ ìóçà òàê ñêðîìíà.
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Êîñíîÿçû÷íà Ìóçà ó ìåíÿ, / È íåò âî ìíå òàëàíòà
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86
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Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write / Above a mortal pitch,
that struck me dead?
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Åãî ëü ðóêà, êîòîðóþ ïèñàòü / Ó÷èë êàêîé-òî äóõ, ëèøåííûé òåëà / Íà
ðîáêèå óñòà êëàäåò ïå÷àòü, / Äîñòèãíóâ â ìàñòåðñòâå ñâîåì ïðåäåëà?
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Íó ÷òî çà äóõ ïèñàòü ó÷èë åãî? / Ñâîèì òàëàíòîì îí ìåíÿ ñðàçèë, / ß
ðÿäîì ñ íèì íå ñòîþ íè÷åãî, / Îí öåëûé ìèð ñòèõàìè èçóìèë.
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