by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Translation by Thomas Gounet (1801 - 1869)
Rich and rare were the gems she wore
Language: English
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; But oh! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. "Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely through this bleak way? Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" "Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm: - For though they love woman and golden store, Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!" On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle; And blest for ever is she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride.
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Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard; New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Rich and rare were the gems she wore", appears in Irish Melodies [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 (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Rich and rare" [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in French (Français), a translation by Thomas Gounet (1801 - 1869) ; composed by Hector Berlioz.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Les joyaux qu'elle portait étaient rares et précieux", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 124
La belle voyageuse
Language: French (Français) after the English
Our translations: SPA
Elle s'en va seulette; l'or brille à son bandeau; Au bout de sa baguette etincelle un joyau. Mais sa beauté surpasse l'éclat de ses rubis. Et sa blancheur efface la perle au blanc de lys. Belle, ainsi sans injure penses-tu voyager? Ta beauté, ta parure appellent le danger. Les mains les plus fidèles tressaillent devant l'or, Et les coeurs près des belles tiennent bien moins encor. Chevalier, dans cette île mon âme ne craint rien; L'honneur en cet asile est le souverain bien. Toujours devant nos larmes on le vit s'arrêter. Pour mon or ou mes charmes que puis-je redouter? Aux regards découverte, son souris virginal Par toute l'île verte lui servit de fanal. Aussi l'as-tu bénie, des harpes doux pays, Celle qui se confie à l'honneur de tes fils.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Gounet (1801 - 1869) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in English by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Rich and rare were the gems she wore", appears in Irish Melodies
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hector Berlioz (1803 - 1869), "La belle voyageuse", subtitle: "Légende Irlandaise", op. 2 no. 4 (1829-30), published 1830 [ voice and piano or orchestra ], from Irlande, neuf mélodies imitées de l’anglais, no. 4, Schlesinger; a version also exists for voice, piano, cello [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Pablo Sabat) , "La bella viajera", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 130