by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by François-Victor Hugo (1828 - 1873)
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying...
Language: English
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O! let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
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Text Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 132 [author's text checked 1 time 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 David Passmore (b. 1954), "Thine eyes I love" [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Seven Dark Lady Sonnets , no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Richard Simpson (1820 - 1876), "Sonnet CXXXII", 1864 [ medium voice or high voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 132, first published 1857
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-08-13
Line count: 14
Word count: 114
J'aime tes yeux, et eux, comme s'ils...
Language: French (Français) after the English
J'aime tes yeux, et eux, comme s'ils sympathisaient avec moi, en voyant ton cœur m'accabler de dédains, ils ont pris le noir, et, sous ce deuil adorable, ils jettent sur ma peine leur joli regard attendri. Et vraiment le rayon de soleil du matin ne sied pas mieux aux joues grises de l'Orient, et l'astre épanoui, qui annonce le soir, ne donne pas autant d'éclat à l'austère couchant Que ces deux yeux en deuil à ton visage. Oh ! puisse ton cœur aussi se mettre en deuil pour moi, puisque le deuil te va si bien ! Et puisse la pitié te parer tout entière ! Alors je jurerai qu'il n'y a de beauté que la brune, et qu'elles sont toutes laides celles qui n'ont pas ton teint.
About the headline (FAQ)
Text Authorship:
- by François-Victor Hugo (1828 - 1873), no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 132, first published 1857 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 132
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-08-19
Line count: 14
Word count: 125