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Tout me déplait, mais rien ne m'est si gref, Que ne voir point les beaus yeus de ma Dame, Qui des plaisirs les plus dous de mon ame Avéques eus ont emporté la clef. Un torrent d'eau s'écoule de mon chef: Et tout confus de soupirs je me pâme, Perdant le feu, dont la [divine]1 flame Seule guidoit de mes pensers la nef. Depuis le jour, que je senti sa braise, Autre beauté je n'ai veu, qui me plaise, Ni ne verrai. Mais bien puissai-je voir Qu'avant mourir seulement cette Fere D'un seul tour d'oeil promette un peu d'espoir Au coup d'Amour, dont je me desespere.
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View text without footnotes1 Bertrand: "drillante"
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?), "Tout me déplait", 1576, published 1578, first performed 1576 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 18 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Everything displeases me", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-28
Line count: 14
Word count: 107
Everything displeases me, but nothing is as bad As not at all to see the lovely eyes of my lady, Who with them has taken away the key To the sweetest pleasures of my soul. A torrent of water flows from my eyes, And perplexed with sighs I faint At losing the fire whose [divine]1 flame Alone could pilot the ship of my thoughts. Since the day when I felt her warmth, I've seen no other beauty which could please me, Nor shall I. But I wish I could just see Before dying this proud lady With just a single glance of her eye Promise a little hope to Love's arrow, of which I despair.
1 Bertrand: "bright"
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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: 2012-07-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 116