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When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair. Discover Pierre de Ronsard famous and rare quotes. Share Pierre de Ronsard quotes about verses, evening and fire.
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5 Σεπ 2024 · Gather the roses of life today. -- Pierre de Ronsard. #Rose #Today. When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair. -- Pierre de Ronsard.
“Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait declose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil, A point perdu cetter verpree, Les plis de sa robe pourpree, Et son teint au votre pareil” ― Pierre De Ronsard, Les amours
24 Φεβ 2023 · The French lyrics. A delicate ode paying tribute to the beauty of women and nature, "Mignonne allons voir si la rose" was put into music in the 16th century by Jehan Chardavoine. The poem is devoted to Cassandre Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker with who he fell in love.
Based on a quite common image – a girl and a rose – Ronsard manages to create a graceful and sensual poem that glorifies the game of seduction. “Ode à Cassandre” by Pierre de Ronsard – written in the 16th century for King Charles IX’s court – is one of the most famous French poems.
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose. Qui ce matin avoit desclose. Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil, A point perdu ceste vesprée. Les plis de sa robe pourprée, Et son teint au vostre pareil. Las ! voyez comme en peu d’espace, Mignonne, elle a dessus la place. Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Pierre de Ronsard (11 September 1524 – December 1585) was a French poet. Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avoit desclose Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil, A point perdu ceste vesprée Les plis de sa robe pourprée. Et son teint au vostre pareil. Darling, each morning a blooded rose Lures the sunlight in, and shows Her soft, moist and ...
