Happy, who like Ulysses or that lordThat 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 houseThat is to me a kingdom and much more?Mightier to me the house my fathers madeThan your audacious heads, O Halls of Rome!More than immortal marbles undecayed,The thin sad slates that cover up my home;More than your Tiber is my Loire to me,Than Palatine my little Lyré there;And more than all the winds of all the seaThe quiet kindness of the Angevin air.
Translation from 'Du Bellay.'
Translation from 'Du Bellay.'
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