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Pour ce que veoir je ne puis Vostre doulx gracieux maintien, Il m'est advis que n'ay nul bien, Ains me sens de leesse vuis. Tout seul sans nul confort me truis Du monde, tout si ne m'est rien, [Pour ce que veoir je ne puis Vostre doulx gracieux maintien.] Se vers doulx Espoir ne m'enfuis Les crueux maulx que je soustien M'ociront brieffment, et si tien Qu'en desir suy plus mors que vis. Pour [ce que veoir je ne puis Vostre doulx gracieux maintien, Il m'est advis que n'ay nul bien, Ains me sens de leesse vuis.]
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Guillaume Dufay (c1400 - 1474), "Pour ce que veoir je ne puis" [text verified 1 time]
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Because I cannot see", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Alberto Pedrotti
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 97
Because I cannot see Your sweet and gracious bearing, It's my opinion that I have nothing good And so I feel I am empty of happiness. I find myself all alone with no comfort In the world, everything is as if nothing to me. Because I cannot see Your sweet and gracious bearing. If I do not flee towards sweet Hope The cruel wounds which I sustain Will shortly kill me, and so I consider That in love, I am more dead than alive. Because I cannot see Your sweet and gracious bearing, It's my opinion that I have nothing good And so I feel I am empty of happiness.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (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.
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- a text in French (Français) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 16
Word count: 110