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He Dieu du Ciel je n’eusse pas pensé, Qu’un seul depart eust causé tant de peine : Je n’ay sur moy nerf ny tendon, ny veine, [Faye]1, ny cœur qui n’en soit offensé. Helas ! je suis à-demy trespassé, Ains du tout mort, las ! Ma douce inhumaine, Avecques elle, en s’en allant, emmaine Mon pauvre cueur de ses beaux yeux blessé. Que pleust à Dieu ne l’avoir jamais veüe ! Son œil si beau ne m’eust la flamme esmeüe Par qui me faut un tourment recevoir : Tel que ma main m’occiroit à ceste heure, Sans un penser que j’ay de la revoir, Et ce penser garde que je ne meure.
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View text without footnotes1 De Monte: "Foye" (a variant of "foie")
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title [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 Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "He Dieu du Ciel je n’eusse pas pensé", published 1578 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 2, no. 16 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Fabrice-Marin Caietain (flourished 1570-1578), "He Dieu du Ciel je n’eusse pas pensé" [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Philippe de Monte (1521 - 1603), "He Dieu du Ciel je n’eusse pas pensé" [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- 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: 2014-10-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 109
Oh God of Heaven, I would not have thought That one departure could cause so much pain. There is not in me a nerve nor tendon, a vein, Liver nor heart, which has not been hurt. Alas, I am half-dead, Indeed entirely dead, alas! My sweet inhuman lady, Going away, has taken with her My poor heart, wounded by her fair eyes. Would to God I had never seen her! Her eyes so fair would not have fuelled the fire Through which I must accept this torture; To such an extent that my hand could kill me right now, Except for the thought I have of seeing her again, And this thought keeps me from dying.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 116