From Ursa to Blackmoor’s spall
From dawn to night, l’1l range the Sky,
To where the oceans fountains fall
The whitest of the birds that fly.
Nor shall I fear leaving those lands of light, Thick darkness of the realms of endless night.
Of the vile crowd though unrenowned My name shall not unhonoured be.
The sisters of the two-peaked mound ?
A sepulchre have decked for me.
A monument upbuilded high with rhyme, That shall defy the winds and waves of time.
In praise of a country life.
(A la louange d’une vie champêtre).
Stances choisies. . Philippe Desportes.
12 O happy he who may among his kin Live free of hate, and envy and chagrin Among the woods, the meadows and the Springs Far from the turmoil of the populace And who needs not his liberty abase To please à prince’s passions or à King's !
2: No care of things unsure he hath nor heed On vain delusive hopes he doth not feed.
No favour dupes him with its promise fair; His lie deluded youth he doth not curse Nor in his breast an hundred Furies nurse When in the end he findeth nought but air.
Ambition stirs his heart not to à glow He masketh not his mind with cheating show
1. L’Espaule Maure, c’est-à-dire du pôle Nord jusqu’au pôle Sud. 2, Pinde, les Muses.
AS
Nor violates his faith in anything.
He importuneth not a prince’s ear
But with his lot contented lives in cheer
1$ his own court, own favour, and own King.
Nought in this life but what to me is dear The holy music of the birds I hear
When they salute the heavens in the dawn, And the sweet murmur of the bubbling rills That issue, purling from the high crowned hills And busy them with watering lea and lawn.
How sweet to see beneath the swart night’s face When to the moon the sun hath given place The wood nympbhs in the middle boskage meet Their snowy bosoms to the breeze afford Dance, frolic, cast each other on the sward.
And make the herbage tremble to their feet.
Ye gentle sheep, companions kind and true Brakes, hedges, bushes, meads and mountains blue Bear witness all of you to my content !
And you, O Gods this boon of you I crave
Until my life go down into the grave
: That I may know no change maleficent.
