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De nuict, le bien que de jour je pourchasse M’advient en songe ymage du desir Car je sens bien ma [maitresse]1 gesir Aupres de moy, nu à nu, face à face. Doux soupirant coup à coup je me lasse Sentant mes flans mignardement saisir Et au doux point [je fondz]2 tout en plaisir, Si doucement la folastre m’embrasse Par cet yvoyre et ces roses mon ame En cent douceurs et se pert et [se pasme]3 Sur son tetin du mien apprivoysé O que de bien de plaisir de merveille Quand la baisant je me sens rebaisé: Mourant tout las sur la levre vermeille.
About the headline (FAQ)
View text without footnotesConfirmed with Marc-Claude de Buttet, Amalthée, Sonnet 40, 1561; and P. L. Jacob's 1880 edition.
1 P L Jacob's 1880 edition has "mignonne"2 "" : "se fond"
3 "" : "s’épâme"
Text Authorship:
- sometimes misattributed to Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
- by Marc-Claude de Buttet (c1530 - 1586), no title, appears in Amalthée, first published 1561 [author's text checked 2 times 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?), "De nuict, le bien que de jour je pourchasse", published 1578 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from 25 Chansons à 4 parties, Livre 3, no. 12 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2019-10-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 106
At night, the delights which I purchase by day Come to me in dreams, reflections of my desire. For I truly feel my [mistress]1 lying Beside me, naked flesh against naked flesh, face to face. Sighing softly, little by little I relax Feeling my body gently stiffen And at the sweet summit [I] dissolve in pleasure, So sweetly my frisky lass embraces me. O what ivory and what roses! My soul Loses itself and faints in a hundred sweet ways On her breast, laid next to mine. What delight, what pleasure, what wonder When kissing her I feel myself kissed back, And die, exhausted, on her ruby lip.
About the headline (FAQ)
View text without footnotes1 for the PLJ version: "my darling"
Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) misattributed to Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585) and by Marc-Claude de Buttet (c1530 - 1586), no title, appears in Amalthée, first published 1561
This text was added to the website: 2019-10-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 109