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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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Word count: 124

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Chi crederà ai miei versi in un tempo futuro

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

Chi crederà ai miei versi in un tempo futuro,
se li facessi colmi di ogni tuo pregio sommo?
Sono essi, lo sa il cielo, come un sepolcro oscuro
che la tua vita nasconde, e rivela ben poco.
Se della bellezza degli occhi io dovessi narrare
e, in fresche rime, di ogni tua grazia dar conto
"Sta mentendo il poeta" - direbbe l'età a venire -
"tratti così divini non sono di umano volto".
Così i miei fogli, ormai ingialliti dal tempo,
sarebbero derisi, come un vecchio imbroglione,
e ogni qualità, che è tua a buon diritto,
creduta furore poetico o antiquata canzone:
    Ma se a quel tempo un tuo discendente avessi
    vivresti tu due volte: in lui e nei miei versi.


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Text added to the website: 2011-11-11.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:41
Line count: 14
Word count: 121