by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
In moments to delight devoted Matches original text
Language: English  after the Portuguese (Português)
Our translations: FRE
In moments to delight devoted «My life» with tenderest tone you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had doted, If Youth could neither fade or die. To Death even hours like these must roll, Ah! then repeat those accents never; Or change «my Life» into «my Soul» Which, like my Love, exists for ever.
Note: in 1815, Byron wrote the following lines in Lady Lansdowne's album, at Bowood (a note by Mr Richard Edgecombe, in Notes and Queries, Sixth Series, vii. 46):
"In moments to delight devoted 'My Life!' is still the name you give, Dear words! on which my heart had doted Had Man an endless term to live. But, ah! so swift the seasons roll That name must be repeated never, For 'Life' in future say, 'My Soul,' Which like my love exists for ever.
Composition:
- Set to music by Germaine Tailleferre (1892 - 1983), "In moments to delight devoted", subtitle: "From the Portuguese: "Tu Mi Chamas"" [ voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "From the Portugese", appears in Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, a Romaunt: and other Poems, in Poems, first published 1814 [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in Portuguese (Português) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Friedrich Christian Diez) , "Aus dem Portugiesischen"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-04-07
Line count: 8
Word count: 56