Percy Bysshe Shelley (Ïåðñè Áèøè Øåëëè)

To Mary Shelley

THE world is dreary,
And I'm weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary. 

Ê Ìýðè Øåëëè

Ìèð òóìàííûé óãðþì,
   È óñòàë ÿ îò äóì,
ß óñòàë áåç òåáÿ íà ïóòè;
   Òû ñìåÿëàñü ñâåòëî,
   Íî ñèÿíüå óøëî,
Íóæíî áûëî è ìíå ñ íèì óéòè.

Ïåðåâîä Ê. Áàëüìîíòà

1. Homer's Hymn To Minerva
2. Matilda Gathering Flowers
3. Liberty
4. I Would Not Be A King
5. Bereavement

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