Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)

Portia

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun,
No woman Veronesé looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that accursèd Jew--
O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due:
I think I will not quarrel with the Bond. 

1. Ave Maria Gratia Plena • Ave Maria Gratia Plena
2. Humanitad (Во человечестве) • Humanitad
3. Увы! • Hélas!
4. Цветок любви • Flower of Love
5. Fabien Dei Franchi

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