Äæîíàòàí Ñâèôò (Jonathan Swift)

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Êîãäà ïðèä¸ò ìîÿ êîí÷èíà, 
Ïðèðîäà áóäåò åé ïðè÷èíà.           
Òåáÿ æå, Ãåíèé Îòðàæåíüÿ, 
Óáü¸ò ëþäñêîå íåáðåæåíüå! 

© Ïåðåâîä Åâã. Ôåëüäìàíà
Âñå ïåðåâîäû Åâãåíèÿ Ôåëüäìàíà

Answered Extempore By Dr. Swift

We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature,
May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature. 

1. On Stella's Birth-day 1719
2. Sid Hamet’s Rod
3. Mr. William Crowe’s Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre
4. On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill
5. The Dean’s Answer

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