George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон)

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So, we'll go no more a roving
   So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
   And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
   And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
   And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
   And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
   By the light of the moon. 

February 28, 1817

Перевод на русский язык

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Не бродить нам вечер целый
Под луной вдвоем,
Хоть любовь не оскудела
И в полях светло, как днем.

Переживет ножны клинок,
Душа живая - грудь.
Самой любви приходит срок
От счастья отдохнуть.

Пусть для радости и боли
Ночь дана тебе и мне -
Не бродить нам больше в поле
В полночь при луне!

Перевод С.Я. Маршака

George Gordon Byron’s other poems:

  1. On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
  2. To the Earl of Clare
  3. Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
  4. To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed)
  5. Stanzas to Jessy

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