Translated Out of French
Fade, flowers! fade, Nature will have it so;'Tis but what we must in our autumn do!And as your leaves lie quiet on the ground,The loss alone by those that loved them found;So in the grave shall we as quiet lie,Miss'd by some few that loved our company;But some so like to thorns and nettles live,That none for them can, when they perish, grieve.
Rome's holy-days you tell, as if a guestWith the old Romans you were wont to feast.Numa's religion, by themselves believed,Excels the true, only in show received.They made the nations round about them bow,With their dictators taken from the plough;Such power has justice, faith, and honesty!The world was conquer'd by morality.Seeming devotion does but gild a knave,That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave;But where religion does with virtue join,It makes a hero like an angel shine.
Words in this poem
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- knave n.
- A boy; especially, a boy servant. Wyclif. [OE., boy, servant, knave, AS. cnafa boy, youth; cf. AS. cnapa boy, youth, D. kna, G. knabe boy, knappe esquire, Icel. knapi, Sw. knape esquire, knäfvel knave.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Translated Out of French is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham, Project Gutenberg ebook #12322; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Edmund Waller, Translated Out of French, in Poetical Works (1645–1668), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12322, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/waller-denham/translated-out-of-french.html, id L09126.
Form and metre
Translated Out of French is 20 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 88% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 5% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 --AA---- so · do · groundA · foundA · lie · company · live · grieve
- 2 --AABB--CC-- guest · feast · believedA · receivedA · bowB · ploughB · honesty · morality · knaveC · braveC · join · shine
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Fade, flowers! fade, Nature will have it so; | 10 | ·/˘·/˘···· |
| 'Tis but what we must in our autumn do! | 10 | ······//˘· |
| And as your leaves lie quiet on the ground, | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| The loss alone by those that loved them found; | 10 | ··˘/······ |
| So in the grave shall we as quiet lie, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Miss'd by some few that loved our company; | 11 | ······/˘/˘˘ |
| But some so like to thorns and nettles live, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| That none for them can, when they perish, grieve. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Rome's holy-days you tell, as if a guest | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| With the old Romans you were wont to feast. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| Numa's religion, by themselves believed, | 10 | ··˘/˘·˘/˘/ |
| Excels the true, only in show received. | 10 | ˘/··/˘··˘/ |
| They made the nations round about them bow, | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| With their dictators taken from the plough; | 10 | ··˘/˘/˘··· |
| Such power has justice, faith, and honesty! | 11 | ·/˘·/˘··/˘˘ |
| The world was conquer'd by morality. | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘˘ |
| Seeming devotion does but gild a knave, | 10 | /˘˘/˘····· |
| That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave; | 10 | ·/˘/˘/˘··· |
| But where religion does with virtue join, | 10 | ··˘/˘··/˘· |
| It makes a hero like an angel shine. | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
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