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Ton nom que mon vers dira, Tout le monde remplira De ta louange notoire Un tas qui chantent de toy Ne sçavent si bien que moy Comme il me faut sonner ta gloire. Jupiter ayant mémoire D’une vieille destinée Autrefois determinée Par l’oracle de Themis A commandé que Florence Dessous les loix de la Franche Te courbe le chef soubmis. Le comble de ton sçavoir Et de tes vertus ensemble Dit que l’on ne sçauroit voir Rien que toy qui te resemble. Quelle dame a la pratique De tant de mathematique ? Quelle princesse entend mieux Du grand monde la peinture, Les chemins de la nature Et la musique des cieux ?
P. Cléreau sets stanza 1
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585) [author's text not yet checked 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 Pierre Cléreau (c1515 - 1569), "Ton nom que mon vers dira", stanza 1. [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Roland de Lassus (1532 - 1594), "Ton nom que mon vers dira" [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Your name, of which my verse will speak", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2015-08-07
Line count: 23
Word count: 110
Your name, of which my verse will speak, The whole world will fill With your manifest praise; A mass who sing of you Know not as well as I How I must sound your glory. Jupiter, remembering An ancient fate Once upon a time fixed By the oracle of Themis, Commanded that Florence Beneath the laws of France Would bend to you its submissive head. The sum of your learning And of all your virtues Tells us that we cannot see here Anyone but you, who is like you. What lady has the skill Of so much mathematics ? What princess understands better The design of the great world, The paths of nature And the music of the heavens ?
Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
This text was added to the website: 2015-08-07
Line count: 23
Word count: 118
