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Il en est de l'amour comme de tant de choses charmantes à leur printemps, nobles et belles seulement à leur automne. On s'aime à vingt ans comme les oiseaux de mai, qui, par delà leur nid et leurs gazouillements, ne savent rien ; mais, après, vient la brise qui emporte le nid et la chanson d'amour : de ce qu'elle disait, l'écho ne se souvient pas. Il nous faudrait mourir alors, si nous étions de la terre, si, à ces destructions, ne survivaient les tendresses de l'âme, immortelles comme l'âme elle-même. Il en est de l'amour comme de tant de choses charmantes à leur printemps.
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Text Authorship:
- by Charles-Albert Costa de Beauregard (1835 - 1909), no title, appears in Un homme d'autrefois. Souvenirs recueillis par son arrière-petit-fils le Marquis Costa de Beauregard, Paris, Éd. Plon & Cie, from chapter 90, "Beauregard (1796)", p. 372, first published 1878 [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 Isaac Albéniz (1860 - 1909), "Il en est de l'amour", 1897, published 1897 [voice and piano], Paris, T. Cée [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Jean-Pierre Granger) , title 1: "Love is like so many lovely things", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-11-19
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Word count: 103
Love is like so many lovely things at the beginning of their life, noble and beautiful only at the autumn of their life. At twenty, we love each other like birds in may who know nothing beside their nest and their songs; but then comes the wind that sweeps away the nest and the love song: The echo doesn't even remember what it said. It would be better for us then to die, if we were from the earth, if, out of these destructions, the tenderness of the soul didn't survive, immortal like the soul itself. Love is like so many lovely things at the beginning of their life.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2009 by Jean-Pierre Granger.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles-Albert Costa de Beauregard (1835 - 1909), no title, appears in Un homme d'autrefois. Souvenirs recueillis par son arrière-petit-fils le Marquis Costa de Beauregard, Paris, Éd. Plon & Cie, from chapter 90, "Beauregard (1796)", p. 372, first published 1878
This text was added to the website: 2009-11-19
Line count: 15
Word count: 109