Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story

There must of course be a relationship between translating and making poems of your own, but what it is I just don't know.

Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.

Now, the language that had grown up and formed itself on those principles is what one is dealing with, and the problem is to bring a work of art in that medium into another medium formed on different principles and heard and understood in a different way.

Well, with the French language, which I understood and spoke, however imperfectly, and read in great quantities, at certain times, the matter I suppose was slightly different from either Latin or Greek.

One should indeed read Pope with his notes available, in the Twickenham edition possibly, to see what a vast amount he did understand about Homer.

Yes, living voices in a living language, so it seemed to us.