Classic Poem

Sometimes a quick breath
Obscures a time in her wet steam
Gold, which suddenly resumed its brilliant color:
And Sirius, O beloved young
One moment the fiery breath
Your beauty ruddy tired flower.

What soft and light cloud
A little soft pallor, scattered all over your face,
Wrapped your calm and languid features!
What a look, what a smile, just on your couch
Half opened your eyes and your mouth!
And honey dripping from your weak accents!

Oh! is a beautiful addition to cramdre,
As she moaned, so that one can complain
That alarmed her. Ah! if hearts,
Fanny, that thy brightness had found insensitive,
They remain peaceful spot
Near your front veiled these sweet languor.

Yes, although better and more beautiful,
Yourself however you are only mortal;
I see it. But the sky, you, the pride and love,
Your beautiful years are sacred. Your soul and your face
Are Gods divine image;
And heaven applauds you have unearthed.

Heaven has seen you in your meadows
Forget your spare, slow your dreams,
And your gifts and seek care unfortunate;
Your delicate hands of their bitter lips
Present beneficial juices,
Or press a pure linen their aching limbs.

Suffering I feel like it!
They were happy to tremble for their lives,
They saw them caressing your regrets!
Roof and radiate your sweet presence,
And goodness, kindness,
Soften your speech more expensive than your present!

Near their bed, in their cottage,
They thought they saw down an angel of light,
Which shadows of death exuded their torch;
Their hearts were moved, as the eyes of the Greece
The victim a Goddess
Came rob Aulis, to Calchas the tomb.

Ah! if foreign pain
In a noble tear moisten your eyelids
Destinies and make you accuse rigor,
Those who suffer for thee, thou plaindras perhaps;
And the pain you bring forth
They have less right to interest your heart?

Troy, ancient honor of Asia
Saw the prince expiring warriors Mysia
From a generous conqueror experience the benefits.
D'Achille disarmed the friendly hand and safe
Touched his deadly wound,
And relieved the pain she herself had made.

At all times recalled,
Your view and it soothes the soul troubled.
Fanny, to me your view is the clarity of the heavens,
Life is watching you, and love you, you say;
And when you deign me smile,
Bed Venus herself is priceless to me.