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Las ! sans la voir à toute heure je voy Ceste beauté dedans mon cœur presente : Ny mont, ny bois, ny fleuve ne m'exente, Que par pensée elle ne parle à moy. Dame, qui sçais ma constance et ma foy, Voy, s’il te plaist, que le temps qui s'absente, Depuis sept ans en rien ne desaugmente Le plaisant mal que j'endure pour toy. De l'endurer lassé je ne suis pas, Ny ne seroy-je, [allassé-je]1 là bas Pour mille fois en mille corps renaistre. Mais de mon cœur, [sans plus je]2 suis lassé, Qui me desplaist et qui plus ne peut estre Mien comme il fut, puis que tu l'as chassé.
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View text without footnotes1 Boni: "tombassai-je"
2 Boni: "desaurmais"
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 Guillaume Boni (c1530 - c1594), "Las ! sans la voir à toute heure je voy", published 1608 [vocal quartet], from the collection Sonnets de Pierre de Ronsard mis en musique à 4 parties, I, no. 26, Paris, Pierre Ballard [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Alas! Without sight of it, at every moment I see", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 111
Alas! Without sight of it, at every moment I see That beauty present within my heart; No hill, no wood, no river gives me relief That in thought she does not speak to me. My Lady, you know my constancy and faithfulness, Please see that the time which has gone Has not, in seven years, in any way reduced The pleasing pain that I endure for you. Of enduring it I am not weary, Nor shall I be, even if after death I [was allowed]1 To be born again a thousand times in a thousand bodies. But of my heart I am [weary without anymore]2; It displeases me, and can no longer be Mine as it was, since you hunted it down.
1 Boni: "fell"
2 Boni: "henceforth weary"
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2015 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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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: 2015-02-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 124