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Amour archer d'une tirade ront Cent traitz sur moy, et si ne me conforte D'un seul [espoir]1, celle pour qui je porte Le cuoeur aux yeulx, les pensers sus le front. D'un Soleil part la glace qui me fond, Et m'esbays que ma froydeur n'est morte Au feu d'un oeil, qui d'une flamme accorte [Brulle mon cuoeur d'un]2 ulcere profond. En tel estat je voy languir ma vie, Qu'aux plus chetifz ma langueur porte envie, Tant le mal croist et le cuoeur me deffault: Mais la douleur qui plus comble mon ame [D'un vain espoyr]3, c'est qu'Amour et Madame Scavent mon mal, et si ne leur en chault.
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View text without footnotes1 Bertrand: "regard"
2 Bertrand: "Me fait au cueur un"
3 Bertrand: "De desepoir"
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title [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 Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "Amour archer", 1576, published 1578, first performed 1576 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 21 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Love the archer", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-10-28
Line count: 14
Word count: 113
Love the Archer with a cannonade rips a hundred wounds in me, and still she does not offer the comfort Of a single [hope]1, that lady for whom I bear My heart in my gaze, my feelings in my face. From her Sun comes the ice which covers me And it astounds me that my coldness is not killed In the fire of an eye which, with so lively a flame [Burns my heart with]2 a deep wound. In such a state I see my life pine away That my pining is keen to be yet weaker, As my illness grows and my heart gives up; But the sadness which is filling my soul With [a vain hope]3, is that Love and my lady Know of my illness, and yet are not bothered by it.
1 Bertrand: "glance"
2 Bertrand: "Makes in my heart"
3 Bertrand: "despair"
Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 14
Word count: 140