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Who will believe my verse in time to...

Language: English

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.


Translation(s): FRE FRE ITA

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Text added to the website: 2007-10-12.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:45
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Qui croirait mes vers dans l'avenir

Language: French (Français) after the English

Qui croirait mes vers dans l'avenir, 
s'ils étaient pleins de tout ce que vous méritez ? 
Cependant le ciel le sait, ce n'est qu'une tombe 
qui cache votre vie et ne laisse voir que la moitié de vos charmes. 
Si je pouvais retracer la beauté de vos yeux, 
et énumérer toutes vos grâces dans des vers nouveaux, 
les siècles à venir diraient : Le poëte en a menti ; 
ces traits célestes n'ont jamais touché à un visage terrestre. 
C'est ainsi que mes papiers, jaunis par le temps, 
seraient méprisés comme des vieillards plus bavards que véridiques, 
et on traiterait votre juste éloge de fureur poétique, 
on dirait que c'est le mètre exagéré d'une vieille chanson.
Mais s'il vivait dans ce temps-là quelque enfant à vous, 
vous vivriez deux fois, en sa personne et dans mes vers.


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Text added to the website: 2016-05-19.
Last modified: 2016-05-19 16:08:58
Line count: 14
Word count: 137