Poems

<h4><SPAN name="TRANSLATION_FROM_DU_BELLAY" id="TRANSLATION_FROM_DU_BELLAY"></SPAN>TRANSLATION FROM DU BELLAY</h4> <p>Happy, who like Ulysses or that lord<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who raped the fleece, returning full and sage,</span><br/> With usage and the world's wide reason stored,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his own kin can wait the end of age.</span><br/> When shall I see, when shall I see, God knows!<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little village smoke; or pass the door,</span><br/> The old dear door of that unhappy house<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is to me a kingdom and much more?</span><br/> Mightier to me the house my fathers made<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than your audacious heads, O Halls of Rome!</span><br/> More than immortal marbles undecayed,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The thin sad slates that cover up my home;</span><br/> More than your Tiber is my Loire to me,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than Palatine my little Lyr&eacute; there;</span><br/> And more than all the winds of all the sea<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The quiet kindness of the Angevin air.</span><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />