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Beauté dont la douceur pourroit vaincre les Rois, Mon cœur que vous tenez dans vos yeux en servage, Helas, rendez le moy, ou me baillez en gage Le vostre, car sans cœur vivre je ne pourrois. Quand mort en vous servant sans mon cœur je serois, Plus que vous ne pensez ce vous seroit dommage De perdre un tel amy : à moy, grand avantage, Grand honneur et plaisir quand pour vous je mourrois. Ainsi nous ne pouvons encourir de ma mort Vous, madame, qu’un blâme, et moy qu’un reconfort, Pourveu que mon trespas vous plaise en quelque chose : Et veux que sur ma Làme Amour aille escrivant, CELUY QUI GIST ICY, SANS COEUR ESTOIT VIVANT, ET TRESPASSA SANS COEUR, ET SANS COEUR IL REPOSE.
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- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "Beauté dont la douceur pourroit vaincre les roys", 1576, published 1578, first performed 1576 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 35 [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-10-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 124
Beauty, whose softness could conquer kings, My heart which you hold within your eyes in servitude Alas, give it me back, or deposit as a pledge Your own, for without a heart I could not live. If I died in serving you without my heart, It would be worse for you than you think To lose such a friend; for me, [it would be] a great advantage, A great honour and pleasure if I died for you. So we can only expose ourselves by my death To blame in your case, my lady, and consolation in mine, Provided my death would please you in some way; But I hope that on my gravestone Love would write HE WHO DWELT HERE, LIVED WITHOUT A HEART AND DIED WITHOUT A HEART, AND RESTS HERE WITHOUT A HEART.
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- a text in French (Français) by Not Applicable [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 135