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then abuses Shakespeare most contemptuously for it & says his admirers have not dared<lb/> | then abuses Shakespeare most contemptuously for it & says his admirers have not dared<lb/> | ||
to translate it. He objects to the details of Ophelia's death, & thinks that<lb/> | to translate it. He objects to the details of Ophelia's death, & thinks that<lb/> | ||
nations which have produced no Bacon, nor | nations which have produced no Bacon, nor Newton may find consolation in<lb/> | ||
possessing nothing so disgusting, so intolerable as the church-yard scene</p> | possessing nothing so disgusting, so intolerable as the church-yard scene</p> | ||
<p>I think highly of Moratin in every thing but his criticisms – His<lb/> | <p>I think highly of Moratin in every thing but his criticisms – His<lb/> | ||
translations of some of the songs are exquisitely beautiful. For instance</p> | translations of some of the songs are exquisitely beautiful. For instance</p> | ||
"Lauded all with sweet flowers &"<lb/> | "Lauded all with sweet flowers &"<lb/> | ||
<p>I would fain leave, if possible, a favorable impression of Moratin – Before he <del>up</del> again<lb/> | <p>I would fain leave, if possible, a favorable impression of Moratin – Before he <del>up</del> again<lb/> | ||
asserts that Shakespeare's merits are so ambiguous that they will not bear rendering into<lb/> | asserts that Shakespeare's merits are so ambiguous that they will not bear rendering into<lb/> | ||
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<del>beautiful</del> touching & harmonious sonnet which he wrote in my Album, while living<lb/> | <del>beautiful</del> touching & harmonious sonnet which he wrote in my Album, while living<lb/> | ||
in exile:</p> | in exile:</p> | ||
<p>Nací de honesta madre: diome el Cielo<lb/> | |||
fácil ingenio en gracias, afluente:<lb/> | |||
dirigir supo el ánimo inocente<lb/> | |||
a la virtud, el paternal desvelo.<lb/> | |||
Con sabido estudio, infatigable anhelo,<lb/> | |||
pude adquirir coronas a mi frente:<lb/> | |||
la corva escena resonó en frecuente<lb/> | |||
aplauso, alzando de mi nombre el vuelo.<lb/> | |||
Dócil, veraz: de muchos ofendido,<lb/> | |||
de ninguno ofensor, las Musas bellas<lb/> | |||
mi pasión fueron, el honor mi guía.<lb/> | |||
Pero si así las leyes atropellas,<lb/> | |||
si para ti los méritos han sido<lb/> | |||
culpas; adiós, ingrata patria mía.</p> | |||
<p>The triumph of liberty has gathered <unclear>our</unclear> wanderer again into the fold of his father</p> | <p>The triumph of liberty has gathered <unclear>our</unclear> wanderer again into the fold of his father</p> | ||
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The passage "Who thats but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gil
Such dear concernings hide" he translates "How can a beautiful, modest
prudent queen hide such important secrets from that old cat, bat, & dullest toad?" he
then abuses Shakespeare most contemptuously for it & says his admirers have not dared
to translate it. He objects to the details of Ophelia's death, & thinks that
nations which have produced no Bacon, nor Newton may find consolation in
possessing nothing so disgusting, so intolerable as the church-yard scene
I think highly of Moratin in every thing but his criticisms – His
translations of some of the songs are exquisitely beautiful. For instance
"Lauded all with sweet flowers &"
I would fain leave, if possible, a favorable impression of Moratin – Before he up again
asserts that Shakespeare's merits are so ambiguous that they will not bear rendering into
another language, I recommend him to study the translations of Sokeller, Schlegel, Voss
& Schiller; He must not expect to find his beauties in nor even in Le Tourneur
As a specimen of Moratin's poetical talent, I may perhaps be allowed to copy a most
beautiful touching & harmonious sonnet which he wrote in my Album, while living
in exile:
Nací de honesta madre: diome el Cielo
fácil ingenio en gracias, afluente:
dirigir supo el ánimo inocente
a la virtud, el paternal desvelo.
Con sabido estudio, infatigable anhelo,
pude adquirir coronas a mi frente:
la corva escena resonó en frecuente
aplauso, alzando de mi nombre el vuelo.
Dócil, veraz: de muchos ofendido,
de ninguno ofensor, las Musas bellas
mi pasión fueron, el honor mi guía.
Pero si así las leyes atropellas,
si para ti los méritos han sido
culpas; adiós, ingrata patria mía.
The triumph of liberty has gathered our wanderer again into the fold of his father
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