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Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware
To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess
The malice of thy tenderness.
For elegant and antique phrase,
Dearest, my lips wax all too wise;
Nor have I known a love whose praise
Our piping poets solemnize,
Neither a love where may not be
Ever so little falsity.
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- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 27, first published 1907 [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 Ross Lee Finney (1906 - 1997), "Though I thy Mithridates were", 1952, published 1985, first performed 1975 [voice and piano], from Chamber Music, no. 27, Henmar Press [text not verified]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title unknown, copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 69
Bien que je sois ton Mithridate Conçu pour défier le dard empoisonné, Pourtant tu dois me serrer dans tes bras inconscient Pour connaître le ravissement de ton cœur, Alors seulement je me rends et je confesse La malice de ta tendresse. Pour une phrase élégante et antique, Très chère, mes lèvres sont trop sages ; Et je n'ai pas connu un amour dont la louange Est célébrée par nos poètes musiciens, Ni un amour où il ne puisse y avoir Même si peu de fausseté.
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- a text in English by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 27, first published 1907
This text was added to the website: 2009-11-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 85