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Son chef est d'or, son front est un tableau, Où je voy peint le gain de mon dommage, Belle est sa main qui me fait devant l'aage Changer de teint, de cheveux et de peau. Belle est sa bouche et son soleil jumeau, De neige et feu s'embellit son visage, Pour qui Jupin reprendroit le plumage Ore d'un Cygne, or' le poil d'un Toreau. Doux est son ris, qui la Meduse mesme Endurciroit en quelque roche blesme, Vengeant d'un coup cent mille cruautez. Mais tout ainsi que le soleil efface Les moindres feux, ainsi ma foy surpasse Le plus parfait de toutes ses beautez.
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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), "Son chef est d'or, son front est un tableau", published 1608 [vocal quartet], from Sonnets de Pierre de Ronsard mis en musique à 4 parties, I, no. 24, Paris, Pierre Ballard [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- Also set in French (Français), [adaptation] ; composed by Jean de Maletty.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Her hair is golden, her brow a picture", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2015-03-04
Line count: 14
Word count: 104
Her hair is golden, her brow a picture On which I see painted my getting this wound ; Fair is her hand which makes me, before my time, Change colour, both of hair and skin. Fair is her mouth and her twin suns, With snow and fire is her face embellished ; For it, Jupiter would again take on the plumage Of a swan, or the hide of a bull. Sweet is her smile, even if Medusa Hardened it into some pale rock, Repaying in one moment a hundred thousand cruelties. But just as the sun overpowers Smaller fires, so my faithfulness surpasses The most perfect of all her beauties.
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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: 2015-03-04
Line count: 14
Word count: 108