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TROUBADOURS AND M1NNE-SINGERS
The beauty of those snow-white teeth From thee, famed Faidit, I'll extort,
The welcome, affable and kind, To all the numbers that resort Unto her court.
And Bels Miraills shall crown the whole,
With all her sparkling flow of soul;
Those mental charms that round her play.
For ever wise, yet ever gay |
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Be in play lo douz temps de paseor
Que fais fuelhas e flors venir; E play mi quant aug la baudor
Dels auzels que fan retentir Lor chan per lo boscatge; E plai me quan rey sus els pratz
Tendas e parallos fermetz; Quan rey per campanhas rengatz
Cavalliers ab carals armatz.
The beautiful spring delights me well,
When flowers and leaves are growing; And it pleases my heart to hear the sweL Of the birds' sweet choruses flowing
In the echoing wood And I love to see, all scatter'd around, Pavillions, tents, on martial ground;
And my spirit finds it good To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds comparison'd.
It pleases me, when the lances bold Set men and armies flying; |
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