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My Mistress' Eyes are notling Like The Sun;
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral Is Far More Red, That Her Lips Red;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red;
If Snow Be White, Who The Her Breasts Are Dun;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
IF Hairs Be Wires, Black Wires Grow on Her Head.
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.


I have Seen Roses Demasked, Red and White,
I have seen roses demasked, red and white,
But no suchh roses see i in her cheeks,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in Some Perfumes Is the More Delight
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the Breath that from My Mistress Reks.
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.


I Love to Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That Music Hath a Far More Pleasing Sound.
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I Grant I NEVER SAW A Goddess GO;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My Mistress, When She Walks, Treads on the Ground.
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.


And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any She Belied with False Compare.
As any she belied with false compare.
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Her eyes are not like the stars
Ее глаза на звезды не похожи
You can’t call the lips of the corals,
Нельзя уста кораллами назвать,
Not snow -white shoulders of open skin,
Не белоснежна плеч открытых кожа,
And a strand curls with a black wire.
И черной проволокой вьется прядь.


With a Damasian rose, scarlet or white,
С дамасской розой, алой или белой,
You cannot compare the shade of these cheeks.
Нельзя сравнить оттенок этих щек.
And the body smells like the body smells,
А тело пахнет так, как пахнет тело,
Not like violets delicate petal.
Не как фиалки нежный лепесток.


You will not find perfect lines in it,
Ты не найдешь в ней совершенных линий,
Special light on the chela.
Особенного света на челе.
I don't know how the goddesses are walking,
Не знаю я, как шествуют богини,
But dear steps on the ground.
Но милая ступает по земле.


And all she will give up that hardly
И все ж она уступит тем едва ли,
Who in the comparison of the lush was slandered.
Кого в сравненьях пышных оболгали.
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