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<center>{{quotation|Horace, Ode XXX|<i>A monument, more durable than brass<br />
 
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Laid out for kings, I’ve built with pen in hand,<br />
I am Canis. My main aim is to translate the english Team Fortress 2 wiki into it's polish version. I find it a long and complex process, requiring patience and a great amount of time. Nevertheless, it is very beneficial and interesting as it enables me not only to enhance my skills but also to discover new words and expressions. What must be clearly stated is the following fact - that I always try to reflect the original idea of the author. I hope that such attitude will be appreciated by the wiki's community. However, I would also like to ask everyone who has means and time to make some suggestions to my translations as "two heads are always better than one".</center>
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Which neither greedy rain nor frantic thrash<br />
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Of wind can overthrow, nor flights of years<br />
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Unnumbered, nor the seasons’ gyring gears.<br />
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I shall not wholly die, but cheat the lash<br />
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Of Death in greater part: for future tongues<br />
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Shall cultivate my praise, as long as vestal<br />
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Maid and priest ascend the Capitol<br />
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In silence. I’ll be heard, my praises sung,<br />
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Both where the rapid Aufid river roars,<br />
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And where king Daunus, from his sapless shores,<br />
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Once ruled a rustic tribe: though I am sprung<br />
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From Apulian clay, yet I command<br />
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Great power in my prime: I was the first<br />
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To bend to Roman measure Grecian verse.<br />
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With conscious pride and honor, take upon<br />
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Yourself, Melpomene, the glory thine<br />
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That I have earned, and graciously entwine<br />
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My brow with verdant Delphi’s laurel strands.</i><br />}}</center>
  
 
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Revision as of 20:04, 8 December 2013


A monument, more durable than brass

Laid out for kings, I’ve built with pen in hand,
Which neither greedy rain nor frantic thrash
Of wind can overthrow, nor flights of years
Unnumbered, nor the seasons’ gyring gears.
I shall not wholly die, but cheat the lash
Of Death in greater part: for future tongues
Shall cultivate my praise, as long as vestal
Maid and priest ascend the Capitol
In silence. I’ll be heard, my praises sung,
Both where the rapid Aufid river roars,
And where king Daunus, from his sapless shores,
Once ruled a rustic tribe: though I am sprung
From Apulian clay, yet I command
Great power in my prime: I was the first
To bend to Roman measure Grecian verse.
With conscious pride and honor, take upon
Yourself, Melpomene, the glory thine
That I have earned, and graciously entwine

My brow with verdant Delphi’s laurel strands.

— Horace, Ode XXX
pl Polski jest językiem ojczystym tego użytkownika.
en-5 This user has professional knowledge of English.
de-2 Dieser Benutzer beherrscht Deutsch auf fortgeschrittenem Niveau.