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Les amours n'aiment tant les pleurs, La mouche ne suit tant les fleurs, Ni les vainqueurs tant les couronnes, La Haye, comme tu poursuis les tendres Muses que tu suis Comme tes plus chères mignonnes. Nul mieux que toi parmi les bois Ne contrefais leurs douces voix Et nul par les roches hautaines ne les va mieux accompagnant Ni mieux près d'elles se baignant Dans le cristal de leurs fontaines. Nul mieux dans les rais de la nuit, Quand la lune en son plein reluit Sur l'herbe avec elles ne danse, Suivantes le pouce divin, De ce grand Alcée Angevin Qui devant sonne la cadence. Toi lors couronné du lien Que donne l'arbre Daphinien, Ores tu prends plaisir d'élire Le premier rang, or' le milieu, Entre elles marchant comme un Dieu Qui s'égaye au son de la lyre.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Frank Martin (1890 - 1974), "Dédicace de Pierre de Ronsard", 1945, first performed 1945 [ tenor and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Dedication, by Pierre de Ronsard", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 138
Love does not enjoy so many tears, Bees do not seek so many flowers, Conquerors do not seek so many crowns, La Haye, as you pursue The tender muses whom you seek As your dearest darlings. None better than you among the woods Can mimic their sweet voices And none through the high mountains Can accompany them better Nor can better get near them while they bathe In the crystal of their springs. None better, in the brightness of night When the full moon shines Upon the grass, can dance with them Following the divine music Of this great Angevin Alcaeus1 Who plays his cadences before them. You then, crown of the line Which is the Dauphin's family tree, You take pleasure in choosing Sometimes the front rank, sometimes the middle, Walking among these ladies like a god Who amuses himself with the sound of the lyre.
1 Alcaeus: major Greek lyric poet ; Angevin: of the royal house of Anjou
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
This text was added to the website: 2012-06-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 148