Crois-moi, si tous ces charmes de jeunesse si attachants

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by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

(Sung text for setting by V. Herbert)

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Language: English

Our translations: FRE

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy wings, fading away!
Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!

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Victor Herbert

The Bards of Ireland

Text Authorship:

by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), no title, written 1808

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FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-12
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Word count: 137

Crois‑moi, si tous ces charmes de...

(Sung text translation for setting by V. Herbert)

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Language: French (Français) after the English

Crois-moi, si tous ces charmes de jeunesse si attachants,
Que je contemple aujourd’hui avec tant d’amour,
Devaient changer dès demain et s’évanouir entre mes bras,
Tels des dons de fées1, se fanant peu à peu !
Tu serais toujours adorée comme tu l’es en cet instant,
Laisse ta beauté s’évanouir à son gré ;
Et, autour de cette chère ruine, chaque désir de mon cœur
S’entrelacerait encore, verdoyant !

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