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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, a translation by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (1890 - 1960) , title unknown ITA FRE Set in Russian, a translation by Anatolii Nikolaevich Kremlev (1859 - 1919) , title unknown ITA FRE
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
    * ITA Italian (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sonetto LXVI", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
    * FRE French (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, from Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 66, published 1857

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Sonet LXVI

Language: Russian

Izmuchas' vsem, ja umeret' khochu.
Toska smotret', kak majetsja bednjak
I kak, shutja, zhivjotsja bogachu,
I doverjat', i popadat' vprosak;
I nabljudat', kak naglost' lezet v svet,
I chest' devich'ja katitsja ko dnu.
I znat', chto khodu sovershenstvam net,
I videt' moshch' u nemoshchi v plenu,
I vspominat', chto mysli zamknut rot,
I razum snosit gluposti khulu,
I prjamodush'je prostotoj slyvjot,
I dobrota prisluzhivajet zlu.
Izmuchas' vsem, ne stal by zhit' i dnja,
Da drugu budet trudno bez menja.



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Authorship Based on

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.