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Quand i’aperçoy ton blond chef couronné D’un laurier verd, faire un Lut si bien pleindre, Que tu pourrois à te suiure contreindre Arbres & rocs : quand ie te vois orné. Et de vertus dix mile enuironné, Au chef d’honneur plus haut que nul ateindre : Et des plus hauts les louenges esteindre : Lors dit mon cœur en soy passionné : Tant de vertus qui te font estre aymé, Qui de chacun te font estre estimé, Ne te pourroient aussi bien faire aymer ? Et aioutant à ta vertu louable Ce nom encor de m’estre pitoyable. De mon amour doucement t’enflamer ?
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Confirmed with Œuvres de Louise Labé. Texte établi par Charles Boy, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, éditeur, 1887, pages 98-99.
Text Authorship:
- by Louise Labé (1526 - 1566), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 10 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926) , no title, appears in Die vierundzwanzig Sonette der Louize Labé, Lyoneserin : 1555, no. 10 ; composed by Konrad Rötscher.
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- ENG English (Peter Low) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2020-03-02
Line count: 14
Word count: 97
When I behold your blond head crowned in laurels, and your hands play the lute so charmingly as almost to compel the crags and forests to bow themselves and follow ... when I see you clothed in virtues and a thousand graces, reaching the highest honourable station and stealing from the great their share of praises, then my heart says inwardly with passion: "The many virtues which make people love you, for which they value few, if any, above you, surely ought to make you love as well, and win for you the further quality of mercy (in which you do not yet excel) by causing you to burn with love for me."
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- a text in French (Français) by Louise Labé (1526 - 1566), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 10
This text was added to the website: 2022-07-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 112
