The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.
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Note that this "sonnet" has fifteen lines.Text Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 99 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Richard Simpson (1820 - 1876), "Sonnet XCIX", 1864 [ medium voice or high voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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- Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883) , no title ; composed by Mikhail Mikhailovich Ippolitov-Ivanov.
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- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 99, first published 1857
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Word count: 125
[Fialke rannej ja]1 s ukorom govoril: «Gde ty pochitila svoj aromat nebesnyj, Kak ne iz vzdochov toj, komu moj otdan pyl, A purpur na pokrov iz ven moej prelestnoj?» JA liliju koril v pokraže belizny Prekrasnych ruk tvoich, a mak — volos kaskada Čto ž do trech roz, to — v prach stydom nizls Oni čut' rdeli vkrug, ne podymaja vzgljada: Odna — pylaja vsja, drugaja — poblednev, A tret'ja — vsem darja čužie aromaty, Togda kak červ', davno svoj sderživavšij gnev, Uže točil ee, doždavšisja rasplaty. Pover', čto ja cvetka takogo ne vidal, Kotoryj s ust tvoich svoj zapach by ne bral!
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Ippolitov-Ivanov: "И я фиалке так"; further changes exist not shown above.
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Text Authorship:
- by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 99
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Mikhail Mikhailovich Ippolitov-Ivanov (1859 - 1935), "Фиалке ранней я с укором говорил", op. 45 no. 4 (1913) [ voice and piano ], from Сонеты В. Шекспира, no. 4, Moscow: P. Jurgenson [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2021-07-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 103