The forward violet thus did I chide
Language: English
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.
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- Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883) , no title ; composed by Mikhail Mikhailovich Ippolitov-Ivanov.
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Così ho mosso un rimprovero alla...
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English
Così ho mosso un rimprovero alla violetta in fiore:
tu, dolce ladra, a chi rubasti il tuo aroma
se non dal fiato dell’amor mio? E il superbo colore,
che nei tuoi delicati petali dimora, se non dalla vena
del mio amore, dove hai ampiamente intinto?
Il giglio, che imita la tua mano, pure accuso
e la maggiorana, ladra del colore sulla tua chioma dipinto;
e le rose, timorose sul loro gambo spinoso,
una color rosso vergogna, un’altra color bianco sgomento,
una terza né rossa né bianca rubò i due colori insieme
il tuo respiro al suo furto aggiungendo,
ma per quel saccheggio, nel pieno della fioritura,
un bruco vendicativo a morte la divora.
Tanti altri fiori ho visto ma non ho trovato
un fiore che profumo e colore non ti abbia già rubato.
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