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Le plus toffu d'un solitaire bois, Le plus aigu d'une roche sauvage, Le plus desert d'un separé rivage, Et la frayeur des antres les plus cois, [Soulagent tant mes soupirs et ma vois Qu'au seul escart d’un plus secret ombrage]1 Je sens guarir ceste amoureuse rage, Qui me r'afole au plus verd de mes mois. Là renversé dessus la terre dure, Hors de mon sein je tire une peinture, De tous mes maux le seul allegement : Dont les beautez par Denisot encloses, Me font sentir mille metamorfoses Tout en un coup d'un regard seulement.
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View text without footnotes1 Boni: "Soulagent tant les soupirs de ma vois/ Qu'au seul escart de leur secret ombrage"
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), "Le plus touffu d'un solitaire bois", published 1608 [ vocal quartet ], from Sonnets de Pierre de Ronsard mis en musique à 4 parties, I, no. 19, Paris, Pierre Ballard [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "The thickest foliage of a solitary tree", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 95
The thickest foliage of a solitary tree, The sharpest point of a savage rock, The most deserted part of a far-off riverbank, And the terror of the most silent caves, [These soothe my sighing and my cries so far That only far off in the most hidden shadows]1 Do I feel this lover's madness healed Which throws me again into the madness of my greenest youth. There, lying upon the hard earth, I draw from my breast a painting The sole relief from all my ills : The beauty of which, captured by Denisot, Makes me feel a hundred changing emotions All at once, from a single look.
Translator's note: Denisot was a French painter of the time.
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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: 108