Презентация, доклад Лермонтов и Байрон

Some name arrests the passer-by;

Thus, when thou view’st this page alone,

May mine attract the pensive eye!

And when by thee that name is read,

Perchance in some succeeding year,

Reflect on me as on the dead,

And think my Heart is buried here.

Mine will not all be lost in air,

But waft thy name beyond the sky.

T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:

Oh! More than tears of blood can tell,

When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye,

Are in that word – Farewell! – Farewell!

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;

But in my breast and in my brain,

Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne’er shall sleep again.

My soul nor deigns nor dares complain,

Though grief and passion there rebel;

I only know we loved in vain -

I only feel – Farewell! – Farewell!

But bid the strain be wild and deep,

Nor let thy notes of joy be first:

I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,

Or else this heavy heart will burst;

For it hath been by sorrow nursed,

And ached in sleepless silence long;

And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst,

And break at once – or yield to song.