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Bel aubespin verdissant, Fleurissant Le long de ce beau rivage, Tu es vestu jusq'au bas Des longs bras D'une lambrunche sauvage. Deux camps drillantz de fourmis Se sont mis En garnison soubz ta souche ; Et dans ton tronc mi-mangé, Arrangé, Les avettes ont leur couche. Le gentil rossignolet Nouvelet, Avecque sa bien aymée, Pour ses amours aleger Vient loger Tous les ans dans ta ramée: Sur ta cyme il fait son ny Bien garny De laine et de fine soye, Où ses petitz esclorront, Qui seront De mes mains la douce proye. Or vy, gentil aubespin, Vy sans fin, Vy sans que jamais tonnerre, Ou la coignée, ou les vens, Ou les tems Te puissent ruer par terre.
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• W. Hawley • C. Janequin • J. Leguerney • N. Millot • J. RivierJ. Leguerney sets stanzas 1, 3, 5
C. Janequin sets stanzas 1-3, 5
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View text with all available footnotesNote: in stanza 1, line 4, word 5 has the typo "bras" instead of "bas" in Janequin's score.
Modernized version used by Rivier and Leguerney:
Bel aubépin, verdissant, Fleurissant Le long de ce beau rivage, Tu es vêtu jusqu'au bas [Des longs]
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "Ode", appears in Nouvelle continuation des Amours, first published 1556 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-28
Line count: 30
Word count: 124
Sweet hawthorn, green Flourishing Beside this fair river bank You are clothed right to the end Of your long arms With wild ivy. Two parties of burrowing ants Are placed Like decoration beneath your stump; And in your half-eaten trunk Established, The bees have their bed. The sweet little, Young little nightingale With his beloved To make light of love's work Comes to live Each year in your branches. On your crown he makes his nest Well lined With wool and fine silk Where his little ones will hatch out, Who will be Fresh prey to my hands. So live sweet hawthorn Kive without end Live without ever thunder Or the axe or the wind Or time Being able to bring you crashing to the ground.
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• W. Hawley • C. Janequin • J. Leguerney • N. MillotAbout the headline (FAQ)
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "Ode", appears in Nouvelle continuation des Amours, first published 1556
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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 30
Word count: 128