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Mais voyez mon cher esmoy, Voyez combien de merveilles Vous parfaites dedans moy Par vos graces nompareilles. De telle façon vos yeux, Vostre ris et vostre grace, Vostre beau front spacieux , Et vostre angélique face, Me bruslent depuis le jour Que je n’eus la cognoissance, Desirant par grand amour En avoir la jouyssance : Que sans l’aide de mes pleurs Dont ma vie est arrosée, Long temps a que les chaleurs D’Amour l’eussent embrasée. Au contraire vos beaux yeux, Vostre ris et vostre grace, Vostre beau front spacieux, Et vostre angélique face, Me gelent depuis le jour Que j’en eu la cognoissance, Desirant par grande amour En avoir la jouyssance : Que sans l’aide des chaleurs Dont mon ame est embrasée, Long temps a que par mes pleurs En eau se fust espuisée. Voyez donc, mon cher esmoy, Voyez combien de merveilles Vous parfaites dedans moy Par vos beautez nompareilles.
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- Set to music by Jean Chardavoine (c1537 - c1580), "Mais voyez mon cher esmoy"
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-11-19
Line count: 32
Word count: 157
Ah see, my dear trouble! See how many wonders You perfect within me Through your matchless grace. In such a way your eyes Your smile and your grace, Your fair & spacious brow, And your angelic face Have been burning me since the day When I first knew them, Wishing with great passion To have the pleasure of them; So that without the aid of my tears With which my life is bedewed, Long since the heats Of Love would have set me ablaze. On the contrary, your fair eyes Your smile and your grace, Your fair & spacious brow, And your angelic face Have been freezing me since the day When I first knew them, Wishing with great passion To have the pleasure of them; So that without the aid of the heats With which my soul is burning, Long since my plaints Would have been exhausted in water. See then, my dear trouble, See how many wonders You perfect within me Through your matchless beauty.
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- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
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This text was added to the website: 2014-11-19
Line count: 32
Word count: 173