William Cowper
Просто захотелось поделиться. Соннет, но звучит почему-то совсем не как соннет.
William Cowper. 1731-1800 To Mary Unwin MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things; That ere through age or woe I shed my wings, 5 I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings: But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, 10 On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright- There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
William Cowper. 1731-1800 To Mary Unwin MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things; That ere through age or woe I shed my wings, 5 I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings: But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, 10 On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright- There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.