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Ce ris plus doulx que l'oeuvre d'une abeille, Ces doubles liz doublement argentez, Ces diamantz à double ranc plantez Dans le coral de sa bouche vermeille, Ce doulx parler qui les mourantz esveille, Ce chant qui tient mes soucis enchantez, Et ces deux cieulx sur deux astres antez, De ma Deesse annoncent la merveille. Du beau jardin de son printemps riant, [Sort]1 un parfum, qui mesme l'orient Embasmeroit de ses doulces aleines. Et de là sort le charme d'une voix, Qui touts raviz fait sauteler les boys, Planer les montz, et montaigner les plaines.
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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?), "Ce ris plus doulx que l'oeuvre d'une abeille", 1576, published 1578, first performed 1576 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 31 [sung text checked 1 time]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "This smile, softer than bees' honey", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-23
Line count: 14
Word count: 95
This smile, softer than bees' honey These double lilies doubly silvered, These diamonds planted in double rows In the coral of her crimson lips, This sweet speech which would awaken the dying This song which holds my fears enchanted And these two heavens above two stars Announce the miracle which is my Goddess. From the beautiful garden of her smiling springtime Is born from her sweet breath a scent Which would even perfume the Orient. And from thence issues the magic of a voice Which makes the woods, completely charmed, jump for joy, Makes mountains plains, and plains mountains.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (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 Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 14
Word count: 99