1. Onely a little more
I have to write,
Then Ile give o're,
And bid the world Good-night.
2. 'Tis but a flying minute,
That I must stay,
Or linger in it;
And then I must away.
3. O time that cut'st down all!
And scarce leav'st here
Memoriall
Of any men that were.
4. How many lye forgot
In Vaults beneath?
And piece-meale rot
Without a fame in death?
5. Behold this living stone,
I reare for me,
Ne'r to be thrown
Downe, envious Time by thee.
6. Pillars let some set up,
(If so they please)
Here is my hope,
And my Pyramides.
Опубл. 1648
Примечания
211-е стихотворение из книги «Геспериды», опубл. 1648. Вариация на тридцатую оду Горация (кн. 3) «К Мельпомене» (Exegi monumentum aere perennius...), написанную в 23 году до н. эры.
211. HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR.
Only a little more
I have to write,
Then I'll give o'er,
And bid the world good-night.
Tis but a flying minute
That I must stay,
Or linger in it;
And then I must away.
O time that cut'st down all
And scarce leav'st here
Memorial
Of any men that were.
How many lie forgot
In vaults beneath?
And piecemeal rot
Without a fame in death?
Behold this living stone
I rear for me,
Ne'er to be thrown
Down, envious Time, by thee.
Pillars let some set up
If so they please:
Here is my hope
And my Pyramides.
© Dmitri Dmirnov. Translation. Сan be reproduced if non-commercial. — Дмитрий Смирнов. Перевод. Может быть воспроизведено в некоммерческих целях.