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Belle source, belle source, Je veux me rappeler sans cesse, Qu'un jour, guidé par l'amitié Ravi, j'ai contemplé ton visage, ô dèesse, Perdu sous la mou, sous la mousse à moitié. Que n'est-il demeuré, cet ami que je pleure, O nymphe, à ton culte attaché, Pour se mêler encore au souffle qui t'effleure, Et répondre à ton flot caché?
- by Ioannes Papadiamantopoulos (1856 - 1910), as Jean Moréas [author's text not yet checked 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 Francis Poulenc (1899 - 1963), "Air Champêtre", FP. 46, from Airs chantés, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Bertram Kottmann) , title 1: "Pastoral air", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title 1: "Ländliche Weise", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , title 1: "Ländliches Lied", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Linda Godry) , title 1: "Country song", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 9
Word count: 59
Beautiful spring, beautiful spring, I will never forget how I, led by friendship, Was enthralled by your face, oh goddess, Lost in sultriness, half hidden under moss. Where is he now, the friend I mourn, Oh nymph, attached to your cult, I join the breeze that caresses you, And answer your secret brook?
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2008 by Linda Godry, (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.
- a text in French (Français) by Ioannes Papadiamantopoulos (1856 - 1910), as Jean Moréas
This text was added to the website: 2008-02-25
Line count: 9
Word count: 53