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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame |
Ten samý čas, jenž z moci stvoření |
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The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, |
dal život tvaru dokonalé krásy, |
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Will play the tyrants to the very same |
zakrátko ostré zuby vycení |
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And that unfair which fairly doth excel; |
a jasný plamen bez milosti zhasí. |
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For never-resting time leads summer on |
Je neúnavný ve svém ničení: |
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To hideous winter, and confounds him there; |
ukrutnou zimou léto v mžiku zmírá, |
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Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, |
šťavnaté stvoly v led se promění |
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Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where: |
a sníh jak smrti plášť vše obestírá. |
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Then were not summer's distillation left, |
Leč do křišťálu zátkou uvězněn |
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A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, |
pramínek svěží vůně žije dál; |
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Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, |
tak zbývá z krásy víc než pouhý sen, |
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Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was: |
ač její zdroj už dávno zasvé vzal. |
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But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, |
Za vnější půvab dočasnost je cena; |
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Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. |
esence jeho trvá nedotčena. |
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