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Brief Summary of Book: Les Regrets. Les Antiquites de Rome by Joachim du Bellay

Full Book Name: Les Regrets. Les Antiquites de Rome
Author Name: Joachim du Bellay
Book Genre: 16th Century, Classics, France, French Literature, Literature, Poetry, Read For School
Edition Language: French
Date of Publication: January 1, 1558
PDF File Name: Les_Antiquites_de_Rome_French_Edition_-_Bellay_Joachim_du.pdf
PDF File Size: 60 KB

France, mother of arts, weapons and laws, You have fed me for a long time with the milk of your breast: Ores, like a lamb calling to its nurse, I fill the dens and the woods with your name. If you have confessed to me as a child sometimes, What do you not answer me now, O cruel one? France, France, answer my sad quarrel. But no one, except Echo, responds to my voice. Between the cruel wolves I wander among the plain, I feel winter coming, from which the cold breath Of trembling horror makes my skin bristle. Alas, your other lambs have no lack of pasture, They do not fear the wolf, the wind or the cold: If I am not the worst of the flock.

Item description from the seller

Brief Summary of Book: Les Regrets. Les Antiquites de Rome by Joachim du Bellay

Full Book Name: Les Regrets. Les Antiquites de Rome
Author Name: Joachim du Bellay
Book Genre: 16th Century, Classics, France, French Literature, Literature, Poetry, Read For School
Edition Language: French
Date of Publication: January 1, 1558
PDF File Name: Les_Antiquites_de_Rome_French_Edition_-_Bellay_Joachim_du.pdf
PDF File Size: 60 KB

France, mother of arts, weapons and laws, You have fed me for a long time with the milk of your breast: Ores, like a lamb calling to its nurse, I fill the dens and the woods with your name. If you have confessed to me as a child sometimes, What do you not answer me now, O cruel one? France, France, answer my sad quarrel. But no one, except Echo, responds to my voice. Between the cruel wolves I wander among the plain, I feel winter coming, from which the cold breath Of trembling horror makes my skin bristle. Alas, your other lambs have no lack of pasture, They do not fear the wolf, the wind or the cold: If I am not the worst of the flock.