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En mon ame n'est ecrite La Rose, ni autre fleur ; C'est toy, belle Marguerite, Par qui j'ay cette couleur. N'es-tu celle dont les yeux Ont surpris Par un regard gracieux Mes espris ? Puis que ta sœur de haut pris, Ta sœur pucelle d'elite, N'est cause de ma douleur, C'est donc pour toy, Marguerite, Que je pris ceste couleur. Un soir ma fievre naquit, Quand mon cœur Pour maistresse te requit : Mais Rigueur D'une amoureuse langueur Soudain paya mon merite, Me donnant ceste paleur Pour t'aimer trop, Marguerite, Et ta vermeille couleur. Hé ! quel charme pourroit bien Consumer Le souci qui s'est fait mien Pour aimer ? De mon tourment si amer La jouissance subite Seule outeroit le malheur Que me donna Marguerite Par qui j'ay cette couleur.
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "La marguerite" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Louis Théodore Gouvy (1819 - 1898), "La Marguerite", op. 44 (Huit Poésies de Ronsard) no. 1, published 1876 [ voice and piano ], from 40 Poèmes de Ronsard, no. 16, Paris, Éd Simon Richault [sung text not yet checked]
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Daisy", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2014-01-15
Line count: 31
Word count: 126
In my soul is engraved No rose, nor other flower ; It's you, fair Daisy, For whom I am this colour. Aren't you she whose eyes Surprised With a gracious glance My heart? Since your sister, highly-prized, Your sister, chosen maid, Is not the cause of my sadness, It's for you, Daisy, That I acquired this colour. One eve my fever began When my heart Begged you as mistress; But Severity With a lover's carelessness Suddenly gave me my reward, Giving me this paleness From loving you too much, Daisy, And your rosy colour. Ah, what charm could indeed Consume The worry which has become mine Over love? From my bitter torment Sudden joy Alone can remove the misfortune Which I get from Daisy From whom I have this colour.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "La marguerite"
This text was added to the website: 2014-01-15
Line count: 31
Word count: 129