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The Ruins of Rome : Les Antiquités de Rome: Les Antiquités de Rome

By Bellay, Joachim, Du

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Title:	The Ruins of Rome : Les Antiquités de Rome: Les Antiquités de Rome
Author:	Bellay, Joachim, Du
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Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, French Poetry
Collections:	Poetry, Authors Community, Engineering, Literature, Language, Religion, Sociology
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Publisher:	A. S. Kline

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Joachim Du Bellay's Les Antiquités de Rome.

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Translator’s note: The Ruins Of Rome Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie The Babylonian praises his high wall, Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,She, who with her head the stars surpassed, He who would see the vast power of Nature, As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode, You sacred ruins, and you holy shores, With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued, You cruel stars, inhuman deities, Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore, Mars, now ashamed to have granted power As once we saw the children of the Earth Not the raging fire’s furious reign, As we pass the summer stream without danger You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,As we gaze from afar on the waves roar So long as Jove’s great eagle was in flight, These great heaps of stone, these walls you see, All perfection Heaven showers on us, Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars When this brave city, honouring the Latin name, Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,If that blind fury that engenders wars, Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre, Who would demonstrate Rome’s true grandeur, You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here He who has seen a great oak dry and dead, All that the Egyptians once devised, As the sown field its fresh greenness shows, That we see nothing but an empty waste Do you have hopes that posterity