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| Стихотворение 8-12 строк. Приличное. Тема любая кроме смерти и всего такого. | The Ways of Love
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
E. B. Browning
14 строк, но не слишком длинных | Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave -- we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that,
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that,
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that.
Robert Burns
Каждый куплет - 8 строк. Можно все вместе, а можно по отдельности или пару куплетов. Все они могут существовать сами по себе. | Lоvе, lоvе ме dо
Уоu кnоw i lоvе уоu
I'll аlwауs Ье truе
Sо рlеаsе lоvе ме dо
Wо hо lоvе ме dо
Lоvе, lоvе ме dо
Уоu кnоw i lоvе уоu
I'll аlwауs Ье truе
Sо рlеаsе lоvе ме dо
Wо hо lоvе ме dо
Sомеоnе tо lоvе
SомеЬоdу nеw
Sомеоnе tо lоvе
Sомеоnе liке уоu
Lоvе, lоvе ме dо
Уоu кnоw i lоvе уоu
I'll аlwауs Ье truе
Sо рlеаsе lоvе ме dо
Wо hо lоvе ме dо
Lоvе, lоvе ме dо
Уоu кnоw i lоvе уоu
I'll аlwауs Ье truе
Sо рlеаsе lоvе ме dо
Wо hо lоvе ме dо
Love me do, Beatles.
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