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Doux fut le trait qu'Amour hors de sa trousse Pour me tuer me tira doucement, Quand je fus pris au doux commencement D’une douceur si doucettement douce. Doux est son ris et sa voix qui me pousse L'âme du corps qui s’en fuit hautement Devant son chant accordé proprement Avec mes vers animez de son pouce. Telle douceur sa voix coule en bas, Que sans l’oüir l’amoureux ne sçait pas, Comme en ses rets Amour nous encordelle. Sans l'ouir, dis-je, Amour mesme enchanter, Doucement rire, et doucement chanter, Et moy mourir doucement auprès d'elle.
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It is based on
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, written 1552, appears in L'amour de Cassandre , no. 38
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?), "Doux fut le trait", 1576, published 1578, first performed 1576 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 30 [sung text checked 2 times]
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Sweet was the arrow", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-10-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 94
Sweet was the arrow which Love drew from his bag To kill me sweetly, When I was caught at the sweet beginning Of a sweetness so dearly, sweetly sweet. Sweet is that smile and that voice which draws My soul from my body, which flees on high Before her song, neatly harmonised With my verses as the her thumb strikes the strings. Such sweetness her voice pours down That without hearing it the lover cannot understand How Love ensnares us in his nets. Without hearing, I say, Love himself enchanting us, Sweetly smiling and sweetly singing, And me sweetly dying beside her.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2014 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Not Applicable [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, written 1552, appears in L'amour de Cassandre , no. 38
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 102
