TO THE QUEEN OF HUNGARY
by: Voltaire (François
Marie Arouet, 1694-1778)
RINCESS, descended from that noble
race
- Which still in danger held the imperial throne,
- Who human nature and thy sex dost grace,
- Whose virtues even thy foes are forced to own.
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- The generous French, as fierce as they're polite,
- Who to true glory constantly aspire;
- Whilst obstinately they against thee fight,
- Thy virtue and great qualities admire.
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- The French and Germans leagued by wondrous ties,
- Make Christendom one dismal scene of woe;
- And from their friendship greater ills arise,
- Than e'er did from their longest quarrels flow.
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- Thus from the equator and the frozen pole,
- The impetuous winds drive on with headlong force
- Two clouds, which as they on each other roll,
- Forth from their sable skirts the thunder force.
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- Do virtuous kings such ruin then ordain?
- A calm they promise, but excite a storm:
- Felicity we hope for from their reign,
- Whilst they with slaughter dire the earth deform.
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- Oh! Fleury, wise and venerable sage,
- Whom good ne'er dazzles, danger ne'er alarms;
- Who dost exceed the ancient Nestor's age:
- Must Europe never cease to be in arms?
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- Would thou couldst hold with prudent, steady hand,
- Europa's balance, shut up Janus' shrine;
- Make feuds and discords cease at thy command,
- And bring from heaven Astrea, maid divine.
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- Would France's treasures were dispersed no more,
- But prudently within the realm applied;
- Opulence to our cities to restore,
- And make them flourishing on every side.
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- You arts from heaven, and from the muses sprung,
- Whom Louis brought triumphant into France;
- Too long your hands are idle, lyres unstrung,
- 'Tis time to start from so profound a trance.
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- Your labors are of lasting glory sure,
- Whilst warlike pomps, the triumphs of a day,
- Blaze for a moment, never long endure,
- But soon like fleeting shadows pass away.
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This English translation by William
F. Fleming of 'To the Queen of Hungary' is reprinted from The
Works of Voltaire, Volume XXXVI. Trans. William F. Fleming.
New York: E.R. DuMONT, 1901. |
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