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Je ne suis point, Muses, accoustumé Voir vostre bal sous la tarde serée ; Je n’ay point beu dedans l’onde sacrée, Fille du pied du cheval emplumé. De tes beaux rais chastement allumé, Je fu poëte ; et si ma voix recrée, Et si ma lyre aucunement agrée, Ton œil en soit, non Parnasse, estimé. Certes, le Ciel te devoit à la France, Quand le Thuscan et Sorgue, et sa Florence Et son laurier engrava dans les Cieux. Ore trop tard, beauté plus que divine, Tu vois nostre âge, helas ! qui n’est pas digne Tant seulement de parler de tes yeux.
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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
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我不习惯，女神请原谅 深夜里看见你在舞场； 我没喝圣水其波荡漾， 女神起舞在飞马泉旁。 美丽纯洁的眼睛照亮 诗人，若我的声音再响 若我的竖琴协调流畅， 而非诗神的眼睛被颂扬。 上天予法国将你赐下， 托斯卡那索格佛罗伦萨， 他的桂冠也被刻在蓝天。 时间太晚，神圣逊美艳， 天哪，你看时代不值一钱， 单单是提及你的双眼。
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This text was added to the website: 2024-03-23
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