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TWILIGHT
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word;
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lovely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
Wich follows the decline of day,
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
(G.g.Byron)
MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe -
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go!
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
Yhe birth-place of valour, the country of worth!
Whenever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe -
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go!
(R.Burns)
И теперь ещё стих,который не надо сдавать,но тож из учебнега.
MY NATIVE LAND - GOOD NIGHT
Adieu! Adieu! my native shore
Fades over the waters blue;
The night winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awile to him and thee,
My native Land - good night!
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