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When you pass from the text to the translation, you seem to travel from the burning mountain of Etna to the icy summit of Caucasus. - Joachim du Bellay
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About Joachim du Bellay
(c. 1522 – 1 January 1560) was a French poet, literary critic, and a founder of . He notably wrote the manifesto of the group: Défense et illustration de la langue française, which aimed at promoting French as an artistic language, equal to Greek and Latin.
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Happy who, like Ulysses or that lord Who raped the fleece, returning full and sage,
With usage and the world's wide reason stored, With his own kin can wait the end of age.
When shall I see, when shall I see, God knows! My little village smoke; or pass the door,
The old, dear door of that unhappy house That is to me a kingdom and much more?
Ye sacred ruines, and ye tragick sights,
Which onely doo the name of Rome retaine,
Olde moniments, which of so famous sprights
The honour yet in ashes doo maintaine.
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And though your frames do for a time make warre
Gainst time, yet time in time shall ruinate
Your workes and names, and your last reliques marre.
My sad desires, rest therefore moderate:
For if that time make ende of things so sure,
It als will end the paine, which I endure.
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Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage,
Ou comme cestui là qui conquit la toison,
Et puis est retourné, plein d’usage et raison,
Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son âge!Quand reverrai-je, hélas, de mon petit village
Fumer la cheminée, et en quelle saison
Reverrai-je le clos de ma pauvre maison,
Qui m'est une province, et beaucoup davantage?
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