Hallo...
Daar W&L het enige forum is dat een beetje in de buurt zou komen van het onderwerp van m'n posting, post ik hier mijn vraag.
Ik heb binnenkort een mondeling Engels. Nou is mijn Engels meer dan toereikend om verreweg de meeste teksten te vatten waar het over gaat. Aan 2 sonnetten van Spenser (Renaissance) kan ik echter geen ene touw vastknopen. Wie kan me helpen vertellen waar dit over gaat?
Sonnet 1:
Ye tradeful Merchants that with weary toil,
Do seek most precious things to make you gain,
And both the Indias of their treasure spoil,
What needeth you to seek so far in vain?
For lo! my Love doth in herself contain
All the world's riches that may far be found:
If sapphires, lo! her eyes be sapphires plain;
If rubies, lo! her lips be rubies sound;
If pearls, her teeth be pearls, both pure and round;
If ivory, her forehead ivory ween;
If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;
If silver, her fair hands are silver sheen:
But that which fairest is but few behold:
Her mind, adorned with virtues manifold.
Sonnet 2:
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Bedankt
Daar W&L het enige forum is dat een beetje in de buurt zou komen van het onderwerp van m'n posting, post ik hier mijn vraag.
Ik heb binnenkort een mondeling Engels. Nou is mijn Engels meer dan toereikend om verreweg de meeste teksten te vatten waar het over gaat. Aan 2 sonnetten van Spenser (Renaissance) kan ik echter geen ene touw vastknopen. Wie kan me helpen vertellen waar dit over gaat?
Sonnet 1:
Ye tradeful Merchants that with weary toil,
Do seek most precious things to make you gain,
And both the Indias of their treasure spoil,
What needeth you to seek so far in vain?
For lo! my Love doth in herself contain
All the world's riches that may far be found:
If sapphires, lo! her eyes be sapphires plain;
If rubies, lo! her lips be rubies sound;
If pearls, her teeth be pearls, both pure and round;
If ivory, her forehead ivory ween;
If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;
If silver, her fair hands are silver sheen:
But that which fairest is but few behold:
Her mind, adorned with virtues manifold.
Sonnet 2:
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Bedankt
Geef mij maar een Warsteiner.