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Tired with all these, for restful death...

Language: English

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappilly forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
[And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted]1
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
  [Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
  Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.]2



Translation(s): RUS RUS ITA FRE

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1 omitted by Eisler.
2 instead of the last two lines Eisler repeats the first.

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (1890 - 1960) , title unknown ITA FRE Set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Anatolii Nikolaevich Kremlev (1859 - 1919) , title unknown ITA FRE
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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

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Сонет LXVI

Language: Russian (Русский)

Измучась всем, я умереть хочу.
Тоска смотреть, как мается бедняк
И как, шутя, живётся богачу,
И доверять, и попадать впросак;
И наблюдать, как наглость лезет в свет,
И честь девичья катится ко дну.
И знать, что ходу совершенствам нет,
И видеть мощь у немощи в плену,
И вспоминать, что мысли замкнут рот,
И разум сносит глупости хулу,
И прямодушье простотой слывёт,
И доброта прислуживает злу.
Измучась всем, не стал бы жить и дня,
Да другу будет трудно без меня.



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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Text added to the website: 2003-11-19.