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Un cri formidable est parti Du séjour du tonnerre; Toute la France a retenti D'un nouveau bruit de guerre. L'enclume de Vulcain gémit; Pallas prend son armure; Epouvanté, l'écho frémit Et laisse un long murmure. Allez, allez, ardents coursiers Qu'appelle la patrie, Servir dans les champs de lauriers Une cause chérie! Que chacun de vous en succès Luttant d'ardeur égale, Soit d'un Alexandre français Le nouveau Bucéphale! Aux sons que viennent de lancer Les trompettes guerrières Déjà je vois se hérisser Vos flottantes crinières; Je vois dans vos regards brûlants Les feux de la vaillance, Et sous vos pieds étincelants Ceux de l'impatience. Enfin le signal est donné A leur brûlante audace; Ils partent, et l'oeil étonné Les cherche dans l'espace. La France a reçu leurs adieux; Ils volent à la gloire Et des hennissements joyeux Sont leurs chants de victoire.
Text Authorship:
- by Marc-Antoine Madeleine Désaugiers (1772 - 1827) [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 Niccolò Piccinni (1728 - 1800), "Le départ des cavaliers" [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "Departure of the horsemen", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 141
A formidable cry has risen from the home of the thunder. All France rang with a new sound of war. Vulcan's forge whimpers, Pallas puts on her armor. The terrified echo trembles and leaves a long murmur. Run, run, ardent coursers, called by the homeland to serve a dear cause in the field of laurels. May you all fight with equal ardor and success, may you be the new Bucephalus of a French Alexander. Already I see your floating manes stand up at the sounds that have just blasted from the war trumpets. I see the fires of valor in your burning glances, the fires of impatience under your sparkling hoofs. At last the signal is given to their burning courage. They are off, and the astonished eye seeks them in space. France has heard their adieux. They fly to glory, and joyful neighing is their victory song.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2004 by Faith J. Cormier, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Marc-Antoine Madeleine Désaugiers (1772 - 1827)
This text was added to the website: 2004-11-16
Line count: 32
Word count: 148