воскресенье, 23 марта 2008
СтихотворениеO my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!Ещё одноFarewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, &c.
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стихи и мысли
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23.03.2008 в 00:30Второе мы в школе наизусть учили.
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23.03.2008 в 00:37Я ещё одно найти не могу, которое я где-то расказывала - на конкурсе каком-то. Хоть убей не помню ни названия, ни строчки... Что делать? Нашла сайт, там куча стихов. Придётся просматривать...
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23.03.2008 в 01:08If you can keep...
Не это?
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23.03.2008 в 11:58Не помню я!!!