фонетический зачет

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Stopping by woods on a snowy evening by Robrt Frost

 Whose woods these are I think I know.

 His house is in the village though;

 He will not see me stopping here

 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer

 To stop without a farmhouse near

 Between the woods and frozen lake

 The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake

 To ask if there is some mistake.

 The only other sound's the sweep

 Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

 But I have promises to keep,

 And miles to go before I sleep,

 And miles to go before I sleep.

Mutability  by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 The flower that smiles today

         Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay,
         Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
    Brief even as bright.
Virtue, how frail it is!
         Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
         For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy and all
    Which ours we call.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
         Make glad the day,
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou - and from thy sleep
    Then wake to weep. 

Love’s Philosophy

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

The fountains mingle with the river

   And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

   With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

   All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

   Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven

   And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

   If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

   And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

   If thou kiss not me?