, , , . , , , ! .. 66 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . , , . .. 66 , - . ? , , , - , - . ? : !.. - . ; . ! ; . - ; . .. LXXIII That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. 73 , - - , . , , , - . , , , , . . ! .. 73 , , , , ... , , , , . , , , , , , , , : , . .. XX A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou the master mistress of my passion, A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted With shifting change as is false women's fashion, An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling: Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth, A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she pricked thee out forwomen's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure. 20 , , , - , , . , . . , , , , . . : , . ..   (XIV-XIX .) / . .. , .. , .. . - ., 1981. .., .. . . - ., 1964. ., .. 100 . - ., 1997. . . 2- . . 2 / . . - ., 1984.