From the Greek by Robert Bland
SHE, who but late in beauty’s flower was seen,
Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien—
Who froze my hopes and triumphed in my fears,
Now sheds her graces in the waste of years.
Changed to unlovely is that breast of snow,...

Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, 1 rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild, secluded scene...

A Little elbow leans upon your knee,
  Your tired knee that has so much to bear;
A child’s dear eyes are looking lovingly
  From underneath a thatch of tangled hair.
Perhaps you do not heed the velvet touch
  Of warm, moist fingers, folding yours so tight...

Tirsis, laisse parler le vulgaire insensé
Et n'ecoute jamais sinon ta conscience,
Chez elle seulement est le siege dressé
Qui doit te condamner ou prendre ta deffense,

Le plus beau de tes ans s'en va tantost passé,
Et tu n'as pas de vivre encore la science ;...

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