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Íîâîàíãëèéñêèé äðîçä ìíå ñòàâèë çâóê –
Ðîñëà ÿ òàì, ãäå îí ïîåò –
Íî, âîñïèòàé êóêóøêà ñëóõ,
Êëÿëàñü áû èìåíåì åå –
Ðîäíàÿ ïåñíÿ ïðàâèò äíåì –
Ìíå ëþòèê ëó÷øå âñåõ öâåòîâ –
Âåäü îí â ñàäó ìîåì âåñíîé –
Ðîäèñü ÿ â Àíãëèè, ìîãëà á
ß ìàðãàðèòêó ïðåçèðàòü –
Îðåõ – ïðèìåòà îêòÿáðÿ,
Îí ñáðîøåí – ãîä ê êîíöó îïÿòü –
Ìíå ñíåã çèìîé ïðèâû÷íî æäàòü -
ß íîâîàíãëè÷àíêà –
È êîðîëåâà – â ìèëîì åé –
Ïðîâèíöèàëêà.
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune —
Because I grow — where Robins do —
But, were I Cuckoo born —
I'd swear by him —
The ode familiar — rules the Noon —
The Buttercup's, my Whim for Bloom —
Because, we're Orchard sprung —
But, were I Britain born,
I'd Daisies spurn —
None but the Nut — October fit —
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit — I'm taught —
Without the Snow's Tableau
Winter, were lie — to me —
Because I see — New Englandly —
The Queen, discerns like me —
Provincially —