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Suivez-moi, Marquise, Parmi les parfums et la brise, Vers le Temple d'Amour Qui nous sourit aux derniers rais du jour, Suivez-moi, Bergère, Parmi la mousse et la fougère, Et les fleurs s'ouvrant sous vos pas, Diront: "d'Amour, la mère Est plus sévère, Et Flore a moins d'appas!" Venez sous l'aubépine rose, Moins rose que ta lèvre éclose! Permettez qu'enfin je repose Mon front tout près de votre coeur! Votre sein bat plus vite... En vain votre regard m'évite... Ta main si frêle est trop petite Pour cacher ta rougeur! Venez donc, Marquise! Goûtons ensemble l'heure exquise Car l'Amour vous a conquise Et c'est la fin du jour!
Authorship
- by Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847 - 1903)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847 - 1903), "À Trianon", published [1896] [ soprano or tenor and piano ], Paris : A. Durand & fils [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In Trianon", copyright © 2020
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Line count: 22
Word count: 107
Follow me, Marquise, Among the scents and the breeze, Towards the Temple of Love That smiles at us with the last few rays of daylight; Follow me, Shepherdess, Among the moss and fern, And the flowers opening under your feet Say: "The Mother of Love Is more severe, And Flora has less appeal!" Come under the pink hawthorn bush, Which is not as pink as your open lips! Let me finally rest My forehead close to your heart! Your heart beats faster ... In vain your gaze avoids me ... Your frail hand is too small To hide your blush! Come on then, Marquise! Let us relish together this exquisite hour Because Love has conquered you And it is the end of the day!
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2020 by Emily Ezust
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- a text in French (Français) by Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847 - 1903)
This text was added to the website: 2020-02-03
Line count: 22
Word count: 124