Trusted, but the game is hollow, Not one won piece soundly clinketh; All the
cardinals
that Rome hath.
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The history of the two angels whom the Sodomites wanted to ravish is perhaps the most extraordinary whichantiquityhasproduced. Butwemustremember that all Asia believed in incubi and succubse demons, and that moreover these angels were creatures more perfect than man, and that they were probably much better look- ing, and lit more desires in a jaded, corrupt race than common men would have excited. Perhaps this part of the story is only a figure of rhetoric to express the horrible lewdness of Sodom and of Gomorrah. We offer this solution to savants with the most profound self-mistrust.
As for Lot who offered his two daughters to the Sodomites in lieu of the angels, and Lot's wife metamor- phosed into the saline image, and all the rest of the story, what can one say of it? The ancient fable of Cinyra and Myrrha has some relation to Lot's incest with his daughters, the adventure of Philemon and Baucis is not without its points of comparison with that of the two angels appearing to Lot and his wife. As for the pillar of salt, I do not know what it compares with, perhaps with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?
A number of savants think with Newton and the learned Leclerc that the Pentateuch was written by Samuel when the Jews had learned reading and writing, and that all these tales are imitation of Syrian fable.
But it is sufficient for us that it is all Holy Scripture; we therefore revere it without searching in it for any- thing that is not the work of the Holy Spirit. We should remember, at all times, that these times are not our times, and we should not fail to add our word to that of so many great men who have declared that the Old Testament is true history, and that everything in- vented by all the rest of the universe is mere fable.
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Some savants have pretended that one should remove from the canonical books all incredible matters which might be a stumbling block to the feeble, but it is said that these savants were men of corrupt heart and that they ought to be burned, and that it is impossible to be an honest man unless you believe that the Sodomites desired to ravish the angels. This is the reasoning of a species of monster who wishes to rule over wits.
It is true that several celebrated church fathers have had the prudence to turn all these tales into allegory, like the Jews, and Philo in especial. Popes still more prudent desired to prevent the translation of these books into the everyday tongue, for fear men should be led to pass judgment on what was upheld for their adoration.
One ought surely to conclude that those who perfectly understand this work should tolerate those who do not understand it, for if these latter do not understand it, it is not their fault ; also those who do not understand it should tolerate those who understand it most fully.
Savants, too full of their knowledge, have claimed that Moses could not possibly have written the book of Genesis. One of their reasons is that in the story of Abraham, the patriarch pays for his wife's funeral plot
in coined money, and that the king of Gerare gives a thousand pieces of silver to Sarah when he returns her, after having stolen her for her beauty in the seventy- fifth year of her age. They say that, having consulted authorities, they find that there was no coined money in thosedays. Butitisquiteclearthatthisispurechicane on their part, since the Church has always believed mostfirmlythatMosesdidwritethePentateuch. They strengthen all the doubts raised by the disciples of Aben- Hesra and Baruch Spinoza. The physician Astruc, father-in-law of the comptroller-general Silhouette, in
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his book, now very rare, entitled "Conjectures on Gene- sis," adds new objections, unsolvable to human wisdom; but not to humble submissive piety. The savants dare to contradict every line, the simple revere every line. Guard against falling into the misfortune of trusting our human reason, be contrite in heart and in spirit.
"And Abraham said that Sarah was his sister, and the kingofGeraretookhertohim. " Weconfess,aswehave said in our essay on Abraham, that Sarah was then ninety years old; that she had already been kidnapped by one King of Egypt; and that a king of this same desert Gerare later kidnapped the wife of Abraham's son Isaac. We have also spoken of the servant Agar, by whom Abraham had a son, and of how Abraham treated them both. One knows what delight unbelievers take in these stories ; with what supercilious smiles they con- siderthem; howtheysetthestoryofAbimelechandthis same wife of Abraham's (Sarah) whom he passed off as his sister, above the "looi nights" and also that of an- other Abimelech in love with Rebecca, whom Isaac also passed off as his sister. One can not too often reiterate that the fault of all these studious critics lies in their persistent endeavour to bring all these things into accord
with our feeble reason and to judge ancient Arabs as they would judge the French court or the English.
"The soul of Sichem, son of King Hemor, cleaved to the soul of Dinah, and he charmed his sadness with her tender caresses, and he went to Hemor his father, and said unto him : Give me this woman for wife. " Here the savants are even more refractory. What! a king's son marry a vagabond's daughter, Jacob her father loaded with presents! The king receives into his city these wandering robbers, called patriarchs ; he has the incredi- ble and incomprehensible kindness to get himself circum-
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cised, he and his son, his court and his people, in order to condescend to the superstition of this little tribe which didnotownahalfleagueofland! Andwhatreward do our holy patriarchs make him for such astonishing kindness? They wait the day when the wound of cir- cumcision ordinarily produces a fever. Then Simeon and Levi run throughout the city, daggers in hand; they massacre the king, the prince, his son, and all the in- habitants. The horror of this St. Bartholemew is only diminished by its impossibility. It is a shocking romance but it is obviously a ridiculous romance : It is impossible that two men could have killed a whole nation. One might suffer some inconvenience from one's excerpted foreskin, but one would defend oneself against two scoundrels, one would assemble, surround them, finish them off as they deserved.
But there is one more impossible statement: by an exact supputation of date, we find that Dinah, daughter of Jacob, was at this time no more than three years of age; even if one tries to accommodate the chronology,
she could not have been more than five: it is this that causes complaint. People say : What sort of a book isthis? Thebookofareprobatepeople,abookforso long unknown to all the earth, a book where right, rea- son and decent custom are outraged on every page, and which we have presented us as irrefutable, holy, dictated by God himself ? Is it not an impiety to believe it ? Is it not the dementia of cannibals to persecute sensible, modest men who do not believe it?
To which we reply: The Church says she believes it. Copyists may have introduced revolting absurdities into reverend stories. Only the Holy Church can be judge of such matters. The profane should be led by her wisdom. These absurdities, these pretended horrors do
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not affect the basis of our religion. Where would men be if the cult of virtue depended on what happened long ago to Sichem and little Dinah?
"Behold the Kings who reigned in the land of Edom, before the children of Israel had a king. "
Behold another famous passage, another stone which doth hinder our feet. It is this passage which deter- mined the great Newton, the pious and sage Samuel Clarke, the deeply philosophical Bolingbroke, the learned Leclerc, the savant Freret, and a great number of other scholars to argue that Moses could not have been the author of Genesis.
We do indeed confess that these words could only have been written at a time when the Jews had kings.
It is chiefly this verse which determined Astruc to upset the whole book of Genesis, and to hypothecate memories on which the real author had drawn. His work is ingenious, exact, but rash. A council would scarcely have dared to undertake it. And to what end has it served, this ungrateful, dangerous work of this Astruc? To redouble the darkness which he set out to enlighten. This is ever the fruit of that tree of knowl- edge whereof we all wish to eat. Why should it be necessary that the fruits of the tree of ignorance should be more nourishing and more easy to manage?
But what matter to us, after all, whether this verse, or this chapter, was written by Moses, or by Samuel or by the priest from Samaria, or by Esdras, or by any one else? In what way can our government, our laws, our fortunes, our morals, our well being, be tied up with the ignorant chiefs of an unfortunate barbarous country, called Edom or Idumea, always peopled by thieves? Alas, these poor shirtless Arabs never ask about our existence, they pillage caravans and eat barley bread.
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and we torment ourselves trying to find out whether there were kinglets in one canton of Arabia Petra before they appeared in the neighboring canton to the west of lake Sodom.
O tmseras hominium mentes! O pectora caeca! *
* Our author's treatment of Ezekiel merits equal attention.
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RAZO
En Ar. Daniel was of Ribeyrac in PerigOrd* under Lemosi, near to Hautefort, and he was the best fashioner of songs in the Provengal, as Dante has said of him in his Purgatorio (XXVI, 140), and Tasso says it was he wrote "Lancillotto," but this is not known for certain, but Dante says only "proze di romanzi. " Nor is it known if Benvenuto da Imola speaks for certain when he says En Arnaut went in his age to a monastery and sent a poem to the princes, nor if he wrote a satire on Boniface Castillane; but here are some of his canzos, the best that are left us ; and he was very cunning in his imitation of birds, as in the poem "Autet," where he stops in the middle of his singing, crying: "Cadahus, en son us," as a bird cries, and rhyming on it cleverly, with no room to turn about on the words, "Mas pel us, estauc clus," and in the other versets. And in "L'aura amara," he cries as the birds in the autumn, and there is some of this also in his best poem, "Doutz brais e critz. "
And in "Breu brisaral," he imitates, maybe, the rough singing of the joglar engles, from whom he learnt "Ac et no I'ac"; and though some read this "escomes," not "engles," it is likely enough that in the court of En Richart there might have been an English joglar, for En
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Bertrans calls Richart's brother "joven re Engles," so why should there not be a joglar of the same, knowing alliterations? And he may, in the ending "piula," have had in mind some sort of Arabic singing; for he knew well letters, in Langue d'Oc and in Latin, and he knew Ovid, of whom he takes Atalanta; and may be Virgil; and he talks of the Palux Lerna, though most copyers have writ this "Uzerna," not knowing the place he spoke of. So it is as like as not he knew Arabic music, and perhaps had heard, if he not understood the mean- ing, some song in rough Saxon letters.
And by making song in rimas escarsas he let into Provencal poetry many words that are not found else- where and maybe some words half Latin, and he uses many more sounds on the rhyme, for, as Canello or Lavaud has written, he uses ninety-eight rhyme sounds in seventeen canzos, and Peire Vidal makes use of but fifty-eight in fifty-four canzos and Folquet of thirty- three in twenty-two poems, and Raimbaut Orenga uses 12*9 rhymes in thirty-four poems, a lower proportion thanArnaut's. AndthesongsofEnArnautareinsome versets wholly free and uneven the whole length of the verset, then the other five versets follow in the track of the first, for the same tune must be sung in them all, or sung with very slight or orderly changes. But after the earlier poems he does not rhyme often inside the stanza. And in all he is very cunning, and has many uneven and beautiful rhythms, so that if a man try to read him like English iambic he will very often go wrong; though En Arnaut made the first piece of "Blank Verse" in the seven opening lines of the "Sols
sui"; and he, maybe, in thinning out the rhymes and having but six repetitions to a canzone, made way for Dantewhosanghislongpoeminthrees. Butthismuch
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is certain, he does not use the rhyme -atage and many other common rhymes of the Provencal, whereby so many canzos are all made alike and monotonous on one sound or two sounds to the end from the beginning.
Nor is there much gap from "Lancan vei fueill' " or "D'autra guiza" to the form of the sonnet, or to the receipt for the Italian strophes of canzoni, for we have both the repetition and the unrepeating sound in the verset. And in two, versets the rhymes run abab cde abab cde; in one, and in the other abba cde abba cde; while in sonnets the rhymes run abab abab cde cde; or abba abba cde cde. And this is no very great difference. A sonetto would be the third of a son.
And I do not give "Ac et no I'ac," for it is plainly told us that he learnt this song from a jongleur, and he says as much in his coda:
Miells-de-ben ren
Sit pren
Chanssos grazida C'Arnautz non oblida.
"Give thanks my song, to Miells-de-ben that Arnaut has not forgotten thee. " And the matter went as a joke, and the song was given to Arnaut to sing in his reper- toire "E fo donatz lo cantar an Ar Daniel, qui et aysi trobaretz en sa obra. " And I do not give the tenzon with Trues Malecs for reasons clear to all who have read it; nor do I translate the sestina, for it is a poor one, but maybe it is interesting to think if the music will not go through its permutation as the end words change their places in order, though the first line has only eight syllables.
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And En Amaut was the best artist among the Proven- cals, trying the speech in new fashions, and bringing new words into writing, and making new blendings of words, so that he taught much to Messire Dante Alighieri as you will see if you study En Arnaut and the "De Vulgari Eloquio" ; and when Dante was older and had well thought the thing over he said simply, "il mi- glior fabbro. " And long before Francesco Petrarca, he, Arnaut, had thought of the catch about Laura, laura,
I'aura, and the rest of it, which is no great thing to his Credit. But no man in Provenqal has written as he writes in "Doutz brais": "E quel remir" and the rest of it, though Ovid, where he recounts Atalanta's flight from Hippomenes in the tenth book, had written:
"cum super atria velum "Candida purpureum simulatas inficit umbras. "
And in Dante we have much in the style of: "Que jes Rozers per aiga que I'engrois. "
And Dante learned much from his rhyming, and follows him in agro and Meleagro, but more in a comprehension, and Dante has learned also of Ovid: "in Metamor- phoseos"
"Velut ales, ab alto "Quae teneram prolem produxit in sera nido,"
although he talks so much of Virgil.
I had thought once of the mantle of indigo as of a thing seen in a vision, but I have now only fancy to
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support this. It is like that men slandered Arnaut for Dante's putting him in his Purgatorio, but the Trues Malecs poem is against this.
En Arnaut often ends a canzone with a verset in different tone from the rest, as markedly in "Si fos Amors. " In "Breu brisaral" the music is very curious, but is lost for us, for there are only two pieces of his music, and those in Milan, at the Ambrosiana (in R 71 superiore)
And at the end of "Doutz brais," is a verset like the verset of a sirvente, and this is what he wrote as a message, not making a whole sirvente, nor, so far as we know, dabbling in politics or writing of it, as Bertrans de Born has; only in this one place is all that is left us. And he was a joglar, perhaps for his living, and only composed when he would, and could not to order, as is shown in the story of his remembering the joglar's can- zone when he had laid a wager to make one of his own.
"Can chai la fueilla" is more like a sea song or an estampida, though the editors call it a canzone, and "Amors e jois," and some others were so little thought of, that only two writers have copied them out in the manuscripts; and the songs are all different one from another, and their value nothing like even. Dante took note of the best ones, omitting "Doutz brais," which is for us perhaps the finest of all, though having some lines out of strict pertinence. But "Can chai la fueilla" is very cleverly made with five, six, and four and seven. And in "Sols sui" and in other canzos verse is syllabic, and made on the number of syllables, not by stresses, and
the making by syllables cannot be understood by those of Petramala, who imagine the language they speak was that spoken by Adam, and that one system of metric was
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made in the world's beginning, and has since existed without change. And some think if the stress fall not on every second beat, or the third, that they must have rightbeforeConstantine. AndtheartofEnAr. Daniel is not literature but the art of fitting words well with music, well nigh a lost art, and if one will look to the music of "Chansson doil motz," or to the movement of "Can chai la fueilla," one will see part of that which I mean, and if one will look to the falling of the rhymes in other poems, and the blending and lengthening of the sounds, and their sequence, one will learn more of this.
And En Arnaut wrote between 1180 and 1200 of the era, as nearly as we can make out, when the Proyengal was growing weary, and it was to be seen if it could last, and he tried to make almost a new language, or at least to enlarge the Langue d'Oc, and make new things possi- ble. And this scarcely happened till Guinicello, and Guido Cavalcanti and Dante; Peire Cardinal went to realism and made satirical poems. But the art of sing- ing to music went well nigh out of the words, for Metastasio has left a few catches, and so has Lorenzo di Medici, but in Bel Canto in the times of Durante, and Piccini, Paradeis, Vivaldi, Caldara and Benedetto Mar- cello, the music turns the words out of doors and strews them and distorts them to the tune, out of all recogni- tion; andthephilosophiccanzoniofDanteandhistimes- men are not understandable if they are sung, and in their time music and poetry parted company; the can- zone's tune becoming a sonata without singing. And
the ballad is a shorter form, and the Elizabethan lyrics are but scraps and bits of canzoni much as in the "nineties" men wrote scraps of Swinburne.
Charles d'Orleans made good roundels and songs, as
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in "Dieu qui la fait" and in "Quand j'oie la tambourine," as did also Jean Froissart before him in
Reviens, ami ; trop longue est ta demeure EUe me fait avoir peine et doulour.
Mon esperit te demande a toute heure. Reviens,ami; troplongueesttademeure.
Car il n'est nul, fors toi, qui me sequerre, Ne secourra, jusques a ton retour. Reviens, ami ; trop longue est ta demeure Elle me fait avoir peine et doulour.
And in:
Le corps s'en va, mais le cceur vous demeure.
And in:
On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient: Tout dit que pas ne dure la fortune.
Un temps se part, et puis I'autre revient: On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient.
Je me comforte en ce qu'il me souvient Que tous les mois avons nouvelle lune: On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient: Tout dit que pas ne dure la fortune.
Which is much what Bernart de Ventadour has sung:
"Per dieu, dona, pauc esplecham d'amor Va sen lo temps e perdem lo melhor. "
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And Campion was the last, but in none of the later men is there the care and thought of En Arnaut Daniel for the blending of words sung out; and none of them all succeeded, as indeed he had not succeeded in reviving andmakingpermanentapoetrythatcouldbesung. But none of them all had thought so of the sound of the words with the music, all in sequence and set together as had En Arnaut of Ribeyrac, nor had, I think, even Dante Alighieri when he wrote "De Eloquio. "
And we find in Provence beautiful poems, as by Vidal when he sings:
"Ab I'alen tir vas me I'aire,"
And by the Viscount of St. Antoni:
"Lo clar temps vei brunezir
E'ls auzeletz esperdutz,
Que'l fregz ten destregz e mutz E ses conort de jauzir.
Done eu que de cor sospir
Per la gensor re qu'anc fos.
Tan joios
Son, qu'ades m'es vis
Que folh' e flor s'espandis. D'amor son tug miei cossir
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and by Bertrans de Born in "Dompna puois di me," but these people sang not so many diverse kinds of music as En Arnaut, nor made so many good poems in differ- ent fashions, nor thought them so carefully, though En Bertrans sings with more vigor, it may be, and in the others, in Cerclamon, Arnaut of Marvoil, in de Venta- dour, there are beautiful passages. And if the art, now in France, of saying a song disia sons, we find
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written of more than one troubadour--is like the art of En Arnaut, it has no such care for the words, nor such ear for hearing their consonance.
Nor among the Provengals was there any one, nor had Dante thought out an sesthetic of sound ; of clear sounds and opaque sounds, such as in "Sols sui," an opaque sound like Swinburne at his best; and in "Doutz brais" and in "L'aura amara" a clear sound, with staccato; and of heavy beats and of running and light beats, as
very heavy in "Can chai la fueilla. " Nor do we enough notice how with his drollery he is in places nearer to Chaucer than to the Italians, and indeed the Provengal is usually nearer the English in sound and in feeling, than it is to the Italian, having a softer humor, not a bitter tongue, as have the Italians in ridicule.
Nor have any yet among students taken note enough of the terms, both of love terms, and of terms of the singing; though theology was precise in its terms, and we should see clearly enough in Dante's treatise when he uses such words as pexa, hirsuta, lubrica, combed, and shaggy and oily to put his words into categories, that he is thinking exactly. Would the Age of Aquinas have been content with anything less? And so with the love terms, and so, as I have said in my Guido, with meta- phors and the exposition of passion. Cossir, solatz, plazers, have in them the beginning of the Italian philo- sophic precisions, and amors qu'ins el cor mi plou is not a vague decoration. By the time of Petrarca the analy- sis had come to an end, only the vague decorations were left. And if Arnaut is long before Cavalcanti,
Pensar de lieis m'es repaus
E traigom ams los huoills cranes, S'a lieis vezer nols estuich.
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leads toward "E gli occhi orbati fa vedere scorto," though the music in Arnaut is not, in this place, quickly apprehended. And those who fear to take a bold line hi their interpretation of "Cill de Doma," might do worse than re-read:
"Una figura de la donna mia"
and what follows it. And for the rest any man who would read Arnaut and the troubadours owes great thanks to Emil Levy of Freiburg i/b for his long work and his little dictionary (Petit Dictionaire Provengal- Frangais, Karl Winter's Universitatsbuchhandlung, Hei- delberg), and to U. A. Canello, the first editor of Arnaut, who has shown, I think, great profundity in his arrange- ment of the poems in their order, and has really hit upon their sequence of composition, and the develop- ments of En Amaut's trobar ; and lastly to Rene Lavaud for his new Tolosan edition.
II
The twenty-three students of Provencal and the seven people seriously interested in the technic and assthetic of verse may communicate with me in person. I give here only enough to illustrate the points of the raso, that is to say, as much as, and probably more than, the general reader can be bothered with. The translations are a make- shift; it is not to be expected that I can do in ten years what it took two hundred troubadours a century and a half to accomplish; for the full understanding of Ar-
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naut's system of echoes and blending there is no substi- tutefortheoriginal; butinextenuationofthelanguageof my verses, I would point out that the Provencals were not constrained by the modern literary sense. Their restraints were the tune and rhyme-scheme, they were not con- strained by a need for certain qualities of writing, with- out which no modern poem is complete or satisfactory. They were not competing with De Maupassant's prose. Their triumph is, as I have said, in an art between liter- ature and music; if I have succeeded in indicating some of the properties of the latter I have also let the former gobytheboard. Itisquitepossiblethatifthetrouba- dours had been bothered about "style," they would not have brought their blend of word and tune to so elaborate
a completion.
"Can chai la fueilla" is interesting for its rhythm, for
the sea-chantey swing produced by simple device of csesurae
Can chai la fueilla
dels ausors entrecims,
El freitz s'ergueilla
don sechal vais' el vims,
Dels dous refrims
vei sordezir la brueilla;
Mas ieu soi prims
d'amor, qui que s'en tueilla.
The poem does not keep the same rhyme throughout, and the only reason for giving the whole of it in my English dither is that one can not get the effect of the thumping and iterate foot-beat from one or two strophes alone.
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CAN CHAI LA FUEILLA
When sere leaf falleth
from the high forked tips,
And cold appalleth
dry osier, haws and hips,
Coppice he strips
of bird, that now none calleth.
Fordel * my lips
in love have, though he galleth.
Though all things freeze here,
I can naught feel the cold.
For new love sees, here
my heart's new leaf unfold;
So am I rolled
and lapped against the breeze here
Love who doth mould
my force, force guarantees here.
Aye, life's a high thing,
where joy's his maintenance,
Who cries 'tis wry thing
hath danced never my dance,
I can advance
no blame against fate's tithing
For lot and chance
have deemed the best thing my thing.
Of love's wayfaring
I know no part to blame,
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All other paring,
coinpared, is put to shame,
Man can acclaim
no second for comparing
With her, no dame
but hath the meaner beiaring.
rid ne'er entangle
my heart with other fere,
Although I mangle
my joy by staying here
I have no fear
that ever at Pontrangle
You'll find her peer
or one that's worth a wrangle.
She'd ne'er destroy
her man with cruelty
'Twixt here 'n' Savoy
there feeds no fairer she,
Than pleaseth me
till Paris had ne'er joy
In such degree
from Helena in Troy.
She's so the rarest
who holdeth me thus gay,
The thirty fairest
can not contest her sway;
'Tis right, par fay,
thou know, O song that wearest
Such bright array,
whose quality thou sharest.
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Chanson, nor stay
till to her thou declarest
"Arnaut would say
me not, wert thou not fairest. "
"Lancan son passat" shows the simple and presum- ably early style of Arnaut, with the kind of reversal from more or less trochaic to more or less iambic move- ment in fifth and eighth lines, a kind of rh3rthm taken over by Elizabethan lyricists. Terms trochaic and iam- bic are, however, utterly inaccurate when applied to syllabic metres set to a particular melody:
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Lancan son passat li giure E noi reman puois ni comba, Et el verdier la flors trembla Sus el entrecim on poma,
La flors e li chan eil clar quil Ab la sazon doussa e coigna M'enseignon c'ab joi m'apoigna,
Sai al temps de I'intran d'April.
' LANCAN SON PASSAT LI GIURE
When the frosts are gone and over. And are stripped from hill and hollow, When in close the blossom blinketh From the spray where the fruit cometh.
The flower and song and the clarion Of the gay season and merry
Bid me with high joy to bear me
Through days while April's coming on.
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Though joy's right hard to discover, Such sly ways doth false Love follow. Only sure he never drinketh
At the fount where true faith hometh;
A thousand girls, but two or one Of her falsehoods over chary. Stabbing whom vows make unwary
Their tenderness is vilely done.
The most wise runs drunkest lover, Sans pint-pot or wine to swallow, If a whim her locks unlinketh.
One stray hair his noose becometh.
When evasion's fairest shown. Then the sly puss purrs most near ye. Innocents at heart beware ye.
When she seems colder than a nun.
See, I thought so highly of her!
Trusted, but the game is hollow, Not one won piece soundly clinketh; All the cardinals that Rome hath.
Yea, they all were put upon. Her device is "Slyly Wary. " Cunning are the snares they carry.
Yet while they watched they'd be undone.
Whom Love makes so mad a rover,
'LI take a cuckoo for a swallow.
If she say so, sooth ! he thinketh There's a plain where Puy-de-Dome is.
Till his eyes and nails are gone, He'll throw dice and follow fairly
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--Sure as old tales never vary
For his fond heart he is foredone.
Well I know, sans writing's cover, What a plain is, what's a hollow.
I know well whose honor sinketh. And who 'tis that shame consumeth.
They meet. I lose reception. 'Gainst this cheating I'd not parry Nor amid such false speech tarry,
But from her lordship will be gone.
Coda
Sir Bertran,* sure no pleasure's won Like this freedom naught, so merry 'Twixt Nile 'n' where the suns miscarry
To where the rain falls from the sun.
The fifth poem in Canello's arrangement, "Lanquan vei fueiir e flor e frug," has strophes in the form:
When I see leaf, and flower and fruit Come forth upon light lynd and bough.
And hear the frogs in rillet bruit. And birds quhitter in forest now,
Love inkirlie doth leaf and flower and bear.
And trick my night from me, and stealing waste it, Whilst other wight in rest and sleep sojourneth.
The sixth is in the following pattern, and the third strophe translates
* Presumably De Born.
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Hath a man rights at love ? No grain.
Yet gowks think they've some legal lien.
But she'll blame you with heart serene
That, ships for Bari sink, mid-main.
Or cause the French don't come from Gascony And for such crimes I am nigh in my shroud, Since, by the Christ, I do such crimes or none.
"Autet e has" is interesting for the way in which Arnaut breaks. the flow of the poem to imitate the bird call in "Cadahus en son us," and the repetitions of this sound in the succeeding strophes, highly treble, presum- ably, Neis Jhezus, Mas pel us, etc.
Autet e bas entrels prims fuoills Son nou de flors li ram eil renc E noi ten mut bee ni gola
Nuills auzels, anz braia e chanta Cadahus
En son us;
Per joi qu'ai d'els e del temps Chant, mas amors mi asauta Quils motz ab lo son acorda.
AUTET E BAS ENTRELS PRIMS FUOILLS "Cadahus En son us. "
Now high and low, where leaves renew, Come buds on bough and spalliard pleach And no beak nor throat is muted; Auzel each in tune contrasted
Letteth loose
Wriblis * spruce. * Wriblis = warblings.
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Joy for them and spring would set Song on me, but Love assaileth
Me and sets my words t' his dancing.
I thank my God and mine eyes too, Since through them the perceptions reach. Porters of joys that have refuted
Every ache and shame I've tasted;
They reduce
Pains, and noose
Me in Amor's corded net.
Her beauty in me prevaileth
Till bonds seem but Joy's advancing.
My thanks. Amor, that I win through; Thy long delays I naught impeach Though flame's in my marrow rooted
I'd not quench it, well 't hath lasted, Burns profuse,
Held recluse
Lest knaves know our hearts are met. Murrain on the mouth that aileth,
So he finds her not entrancing.
He doth in Love's book misconstrue, And from that book none can him teach. Who saith ne'er's in speech recruited Aught, whereby the heart is dasted. Words' abuse
Doth traduce
Worth, but I run no such debt.
Right 'tis in man over-raileth
He tear tongue on tooth mischancing. *
* This is nearly as bad in the original.
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That I love her, is pride, is true,
But my fast secret knows no breach. Since Paul's writ was executed
Or the forty days first fasted.
Not Cristus
Could produce
Her similar, where one can get Charms total, for no charm faileth Her who's memory's enhancing.
Grace and valor, the keep of you She is, who holds me, each to each. She sole, I sole, so fast suited. Other women's lures are wasted. And no truce
But misuse
Have I for them, they're not let
To my heart, where she regaleth Me with delights I'm not chancing.
Arnaut loves, and ne'er will fret
Love with o'er-speech, his throat quaileth. Braggart voust is naught t' his fancy.
In the next poem we have the chatter of birds in au- tumn, the onomatopoeia obviously depends upon the "-utz, -etz, -ences and -oris" of the rhyme scheme, 17 of the 68 syllables of each strophe therein included. I was able to keep the English in the same sound as the Cadahus, but I have not been able to make more than map of the relative positions in this canzos.
L'aura amara
Fals bruoilss brancutz Clarzir
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Quel doutz espeissa ab fuoills, Els letz
Bees
Dels auzels ramencs
Ten balps e mutz, Pars
E non-pars;
Per qu'eu m'esfortz De far e dir Plazers
A mains per liei
Que m'a virat has d'aut, Don tem morir
Sils afans no m'asoma.
The bitter air
Strips panoply
From trees
Where softer winds set leaves, And glad
Beaks
Now in brakes are coy, Scarce peep the wee Mates
And un-mates.
What gaud's the work?
What good the glees? What curse
I strive to shake!
Me hath she cast from high, In fell disease
I lie, and deathly fearing.
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So clear the flare
That first lit me
To seize
Her whom my soul believes If cad
Sneaks,
Blabs, slanders, my joy Counts little fee
Baits
And their hites.
I scorn their perk
And preen, at ease. Disburse
Can she, and wake
Such firm delights, that I Am hers, froth, lees
Bigod ! from toe to earring.
Ill
Amor, look yare!
Know certainly
The keys:
How she thy suit receives; Nor add
Piques,
'Twere folly to annoy. I'm true, so dree Fates
No debates
Shake me, nor jerk. My verities
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Turn terse,
And yet I ache
Her lips, not snows that fly Have potencies
To slake, to cool my searing.
IV
Behold my prayer,
(Or company
Of these)
Seeks whom such height achieves
Well clad
Seeks
Her, and would not cloy. Heart apertly
States
Thought. Hopewaits
'Gainst death to irk
False brevities And worse!
To her I raik. *
Sole her; all others' dry Felicities
I count not worth the leering.
Ah, visage, where
Each quality
But frees
One pride-shaft more, that cleaves Me; mad frieks
* Raik = haste precipitate.
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(O' thy beck) destroy. And mockery
Baits
Me, and rates.
Yet I not shirk
Thy velleities, Averse
Me not, nor slake
Desire. God draws not nigh To Dome,* with pleas Wherein's so little veering.
VI
Now chant prepare.
And melody
To please
The king, who'll judge thy sheaves. Worth, sad.
Sneaks
Here; double employ Hath there. Get thee Plates
Full, and cates,
Gifts,go! Norlurk
Here till decrees Reverse,
And ring thou take.
Straight t' Arago I'd ply
Cross the wide seas
But "Rome" disturbs my hearing.
Our Lady of Poi de Dome? No definite solution of this reference yet found.
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At midnight mirk, In secrecies
I nurse
My served make * In heart; nor try My melodies
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The eleventh canzo is mainly interesting for the open- ing bass onomatopoeia of the wind rowting in the au- tumnbranches. Arnautmayhavecaughthisalliteration from the joglar engles, a possible hrimm-hramm-hruffer, though the device dates at least from Na^vius.
En breu brisaral temps braus, Eill bisa busina els brancs Qui s'entreseignon trastuich De sobreclaus rams de fuoilla
Car noi chanta auzels ni piula
M' enseign' Amors qu'ieu fassa adonc Chan que non er segons ni tertz
Ans prims d'afrancar cor agre.
The rhythm is too tricky to be caught at the first reading, or even at the fifth reading; there is only part of it in my copy.
Briefly bursteth season brisk, Blasty north breeze racketh branch, Branches rasp each branch on each
*Make=mate, fere, companion.
t Dante cites this poem in the second book of De Vulgari Eloquio with poems of his own, De Horn's, and Cino Pistoija's.
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Tearing twig and tearing leafage,
Chirms now no bird nor cries querulous
So Love demands I make outright A song that no song shall surpass For freeing the heart of sorrow.
Love is glory's garden dose.
And is a pool of prowess staunch Whence get ye many a goodly fruit If true man come but to gather.
Dies none frost bit nor yet snowily, For true sap keepeth off the blight Unless knave or dolt there pass. . . .
The second point of interest is the lengthening out of the rhyme in piula, niula, etc. In the fourth strophe we find
The gracious thinking and the frank Clear and quick perceiving heart Have led me to the fort of love. Finer she is, and I more loyal
Than were Atlanta and Meleager.
Then the quiet conclusion, after the noise of the opening, Pensar de lieis m'es repaus:
To think of her is my rest
And both of my eyes are strained wry When she stands not in their sight, Believe not the heart turns from her,
For nor prayers nor games nor violing Can move me from her a reed's-breadth.
The most beautiful passages of Arnaut are in the canzo beginning:
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Doutz brais e critz,
Lais e cantars e voutas
Aug dels auzels qu'en lor latins fant precs Quecs ab sa par, atressi cum nos fam
A las amigas en cui entendem
E doncas ieu qu'en la genssor entendi Dei far chansson sobre totz de bell' obra Que noi aia mot fals ni rima estrampa.
GLAMOUR AND INDIGO
Sweet cries and cracks
and lays and chants inflected
By auzels who, in their Latin belikes,
Chirm each to each, even as you and I
Pipe toward those girls on whom our thoughts attract; Are but more cause that I, whose overweening
Search is toward the Noblest, set in cluster
Lines where no word pulls wry, no rhyme breaks gauges.
No culs de sacs
nor false ways me deflected
When first I pierced her fort within its dykes, Hers, for whom my hungry insistency PassesthegnawwherebywasVivienwracked; * Day-long I stretch, all times, like a bird preening. And yawn for her, who hath o'er others thrust her As high as true joy is o'er ire and rages.
Welcome not lax,
and my words were protected
Not blabbed to other, when I set my likes
* Vivien, strophe 2, nebotz Sain Guillem, an allusion to the romance "Enfances Vivien. "
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On her. Not brass but gold was 'neath the die. That day we kissed, and after it she flacked
O'er me her cloak of indigo, for screening
Me from all culvertz' eyes, whose blathered bluster Can set such spites abroad; win jibes for wages.
God who did tax
not Longus' sin,* respected
That blind centurion beneath the spikes
And him forgave, grant that we two shall lie
Within one room, and seal therein our pact,
Yes, that she kiss me in the half-light, leaning
To me, and laugh and strip and stand forth in the lustre Where lamp-light with light limb but half engages.
The flowers wax
with buds but half perfected;
Tremble on twig that shakes when the bird strikes Butnotmorefreshthanshe! Noempery,
Though Rome and Palestine were one compact. Would lure me from her; and with hands convening I give me to her. But if kings could muster
In homage similar, you'd count them sages.
Mouth, now what knacks!
What folly hath infected .
Thee? Gifts, that th' Emperor of the Salonikes Or Lord of Rome were greatly honored by.
Or Syria's lord, thou dost from me distract;
O fool I am! to hope for intervening " FromLovethatshieldsnotlove! Yea,itwerejuster To call him mad, who 'gainst his joy engages.
* Longus, centurion in the crucifixion legend.
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The slimy jacks
with adders' tongues bisected,
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Ifearnowhit,norhave; andifthesetykes
Have led Galicia's king to villeiny *
His cousin in pilgrimage hath he attacked
We know--Raimon the Count's son--my meaning Stands without screen. The royal filibuster Redeems not honor till he unbar the cages.
Coda
I should have seen itj but I was on such aifair. Seeing the true king crown'd here in Estampa. f
Arnaut's tendency to lengthen the latter lines of the strophe after the diesis shows in : Er vei vermeils, vertz, blaus, blancs, gruocs, the strophe form being
Vermeil, green, blue, peirs, white, cobalt.
Close orchards, hewis, holts, hows, vales.
And the bird-song that whirls and turns Morning and late with sweet accord.
Bestir my heart to put my song in sheen T'equal that flower which hath such properties. It seeds in joy, bears love, and pain ameises.
* King of the Galjcians, Ferdinand II, King of Galicia, 1157- 88, son of Berangere, sister of Raimon Berenger IV ("quattro figlie ebbe," etc. ) of Aragon, Count of Barcelona. His second son, Lieutenant of Provence, 1168.
t King crowned at Etampe, Phillipe August, crowned May 29, 1 180, at age of 16. This poem might date Arnaut's birth as early as 1150.
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The last cryptic allusion is to the quasi-allegorical descriptions of the tree of love in some long poem like the Romaunt of the Rose. .
Dante takes the next poem as a model of canzo con- struction; andhelearnedmuchfromitsmelody
Sols sui qui sai lo sobrefan quern sortz Al cor d'amor sofren per sobramar.
Car mos volers es tant ferms et entiers Cane no s'esduis de celliei ni s'estors Cui encubric al prim vezer e puois: Qu'ades ses lieis die a lieis cochos motz, Pois quan la vei non sai, tant I'ai, que dire.
We note the soft suave sound as against the staccato of "L'aura amara. "
Canzon.
I only, and who elrische pain support
Know out love's heart o'er borne by overlove,
For my desire that is so firm and straight
And unchanged since I found her in my sight
And unturned since she came within my glance,
That far from her my speech springs up aflame; Near her comes not. So press the words to arrest it.
I am blind to others, and their retort
I hear not. In her alone, I see, move.
Wonder. . . . And jest not. And the words dilate Nottruth; butmouthspeaksnottheheartoutright I could not walk roads, flats, dales, hills, by chance. To find charm's sum within one single frame
As God hath set in her t'assay and test it. ~
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And I have passed in many a goodly court
To find in hers more charm than rumor thereof. . . . In solely hers. Measure and sense to mate.
Youth and beauty learned in all delight,
Gentrice did nurse her up, and so advance
Her fair beyond all reach of evil name.
To clear her worth, no shadow hath oppresst it.
Her contact jBats not out, falls not off short . . . Let her, I pray, guess out the sense hereof For never will it stand in open prate
Until my inner heart stand in daylight,
So that heart pools him when her eyes entrance, As never doth the Rhone, fulled and untame, Pool, where the freshets tumult hurl to crest it.
Flimsy another's joy, false and distort.
No paregale that she springs not above . . .
Her love-touch by none other mensurate. Tohaveitnot? Alas! Thoughthepainsbite Deep, torture is but galzeardy and dance,
For in my thought my lust hath touched his aim. God! Shall I get no more! No fact to best it
No delight I, from now, in dance or sport,
Nor will these toys a tinkle of pleasure prove. Compared to her, whom no loud profligate
Shall leak abroad how much she makes my right. Is this too much? If she count not mischance What I have said, then no.
The history of the two angels whom the Sodomites wanted to ravish is perhaps the most extraordinary whichantiquityhasproduced. Butwemustremember that all Asia believed in incubi and succubse demons, and that moreover these angels were creatures more perfect than man, and that they were probably much better look- ing, and lit more desires in a jaded, corrupt race than common men would have excited. Perhaps this part of the story is only a figure of rhetoric to express the horrible lewdness of Sodom and of Gomorrah. We offer this solution to savants with the most profound self-mistrust.
As for Lot who offered his two daughters to the Sodomites in lieu of the angels, and Lot's wife metamor- phosed into the saline image, and all the rest of the story, what can one say of it? The ancient fable of Cinyra and Myrrha has some relation to Lot's incest with his daughters, the adventure of Philemon and Baucis is not without its points of comparison with that of the two angels appearing to Lot and his wife. As for the pillar of salt, I do not know what it compares with, perhaps with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?
A number of savants think with Newton and the learned Leclerc that the Pentateuch was written by Samuel when the Jews had learned reading and writing, and that all these tales are imitation of Syrian fable.
But it is sufficient for us that it is all Holy Scripture; we therefore revere it without searching in it for any- thing that is not the work of the Holy Spirit. We should remember, at all times, that these times are not our times, and we should not fail to add our word to that of so many great men who have declared that the Old Testament is true history, and that everything in- vented by all the rest of the universe is mere fable.
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Some savants have pretended that one should remove from the canonical books all incredible matters which might be a stumbling block to the feeble, but it is said that these savants were men of corrupt heart and that they ought to be burned, and that it is impossible to be an honest man unless you believe that the Sodomites desired to ravish the angels. This is the reasoning of a species of monster who wishes to rule over wits.
It is true that several celebrated church fathers have had the prudence to turn all these tales into allegory, like the Jews, and Philo in especial. Popes still more prudent desired to prevent the translation of these books into the everyday tongue, for fear men should be led to pass judgment on what was upheld for their adoration.
One ought surely to conclude that those who perfectly understand this work should tolerate those who do not understand it, for if these latter do not understand it, it is not their fault ; also those who do not understand it should tolerate those who understand it most fully.
Savants, too full of their knowledge, have claimed that Moses could not possibly have written the book of Genesis. One of their reasons is that in the story of Abraham, the patriarch pays for his wife's funeral plot
in coined money, and that the king of Gerare gives a thousand pieces of silver to Sarah when he returns her, after having stolen her for her beauty in the seventy- fifth year of her age. They say that, having consulted authorities, they find that there was no coined money in thosedays. Butitisquiteclearthatthisispurechicane on their part, since the Church has always believed mostfirmlythatMosesdidwritethePentateuch. They strengthen all the doubts raised by the disciples of Aben- Hesra and Baruch Spinoza. The physician Astruc, father-in-law of the comptroller-general Silhouette, in
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his book, now very rare, entitled "Conjectures on Gene- sis," adds new objections, unsolvable to human wisdom; but not to humble submissive piety. The savants dare to contradict every line, the simple revere every line. Guard against falling into the misfortune of trusting our human reason, be contrite in heart and in spirit.
"And Abraham said that Sarah was his sister, and the kingofGeraretookhertohim. " Weconfess,aswehave said in our essay on Abraham, that Sarah was then ninety years old; that she had already been kidnapped by one King of Egypt; and that a king of this same desert Gerare later kidnapped the wife of Abraham's son Isaac. We have also spoken of the servant Agar, by whom Abraham had a son, and of how Abraham treated them both. One knows what delight unbelievers take in these stories ; with what supercilious smiles they con- siderthem; howtheysetthestoryofAbimelechandthis same wife of Abraham's (Sarah) whom he passed off as his sister, above the "looi nights" and also that of an- other Abimelech in love with Rebecca, whom Isaac also passed off as his sister. One can not too often reiterate that the fault of all these studious critics lies in their persistent endeavour to bring all these things into accord
with our feeble reason and to judge ancient Arabs as they would judge the French court or the English.
"The soul of Sichem, son of King Hemor, cleaved to the soul of Dinah, and he charmed his sadness with her tender caresses, and he went to Hemor his father, and said unto him : Give me this woman for wife. " Here the savants are even more refractory. What! a king's son marry a vagabond's daughter, Jacob her father loaded with presents! The king receives into his city these wandering robbers, called patriarchs ; he has the incredi- ble and incomprehensible kindness to get himself circum-
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cised, he and his son, his court and his people, in order to condescend to the superstition of this little tribe which didnotownahalfleagueofland! Andwhatreward do our holy patriarchs make him for such astonishing kindness? They wait the day when the wound of cir- cumcision ordinarily produces a fever. Then Simeon and Levi run throughout the city, daggers in hand; they massacre the king, the prince, his son, and all the in- habitants. The horror of this St. Bartholemew is only diminished by its impossibility. It is a shocking romance but it is obviously a ridiculous romance : It is impossible that two men could have killed a whole nation. One might suffer some inconvenience from one's excerpted foreskin, but one would defend oneself against two scoundrels, one would assemble, surround them, finish them off as they deserved.
But there is one more impossible statement: by an exact supputation of date, we find that Dinah, daughter of Jacob, was at this time no more than three years of age; even if one tries to accommodate the chronology,
she could not have been more than five: it is this that causes complaint. People say : What sort of a book isthis? Thebookofareprobatepeople,abookforso long unknown to all the earth, a book where right, rea- son and decent custom are outraged on every page, and which we have presented us as irrefutable, holy, dictated by God himself ? Is it not an impiety to believe it ? Is it not the dementia of cannibals to persecute sensible, modest men who do not believe it?
To which we reply: The Church says she believes it. Copyists may have introduced revolting absurdities into reverend stories. Only the Holy Church can be judge of such matters. The profane should be led by her wisdom. These absurdities, these pretended horrors do
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not affect the basis of our religion. Where would men be if the cult of virtue depended on what happened long ago to Sichem and little Dinah?
"Behold the Kings who reigned in the land of Edom, before the children of Israel had a king. "
Behold another famous passage, another stone which doth hinder our feet. It is this passage which deter- mined the great Newton, the pious and sage Samuel Clarke, the deeply philosophical Bolingbroke, the learned Leclerc, the savant Freret, and a great number of other scholars to argue that Moses could not have been the author of Genesis.
We do indeed confess that these words could only have been written at a time when the Jews had kings.
It is chiefly this verse which determined Astruc to upset the whole book of Genesis, and to hypothecate memories on which the real author had drawn. His work is ingenious, exact, but rash. A council would scarcely have dared to undertake it. And to what end has it served, this ungrateful, dangerous work of this Astruc? To redouble the darkness which he set out to enlighten. This is ever the fruit of that tree of knowl- edge whereof we all wish to eat. Why should it be necessary that the fruits of the tree of ignorance should be more nourishing and more easy to manage?
But what matter to us, after all, whether this verse, or this chapter, was written by Moses, or by Samuel or by the priest from Samaria, or by Esdras, or by any one else? In what way can our government, our laws, our fortunes, our morals, our well being, be tied up with the ignorant chiefs of an unfortunate barbarous country, called Edom or Idumea, always peopled by thieves? Alas, these poor shirtless Arabs never ask about our existence, they pillage caravans and eat barley bread.
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and we torment ourselves trying to find out whether there were kinglets in one canton of Arabia Petra before they appeared in the neighboring canton to the west of lake Sodom.
O tmseras hominium mentes! O pectora caeca! *
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En Ar. Daniel was of Ribeyrac in PerigOrd* under Lemosi, near to Hautefort, and he was the best fashioner of songs in the Provengal, as Dante has said of him in his Purgatorio (XXVI, 140), and Tasso says it was he wrote "Lancillotto," but this is not known for certain, but Dante says only "proze di romanzi. " Nor is it known if Benvenuto da Imola speaks for certain when he says En Arnaut went in his age to a monastery and sent a poem to the princes, nor if he wrote a satire on Boniface Castillane; but here are some of his canzos, the best that are left us ; and he was very cunning in his imitation of birds, as in the poem "Autet," where he stops in the middle of his singing, crying: "Cadahus, en son us," as a bird cries, and rhyming on it cleverly, with no room to turn about on the words, "Mas pel us, estauc clus," and in the other versets. And in "L'aura amara," he cries as the birds in the autumn, and there is some of this also in his best poem, "Doutz brais e critz. "
And in "Breu brisaral," he imitates, maybe, the rough singing of the joglar engles, from whom he learnt "Ac et no I'ac"; and though some read this "escomes," not "engles," it is likely enough that in the court of En Richart there might have been an English joglar, for En
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Bertrans calls Richart's brother "joven re Engles," so why should there not be a joglar of the same, knowing alliterations? And he may, in the ending "piula," have had in mind some sort of Arabic singing; for he knew well letters, in Langue d'Oc and in Latin, and he knew Ovid, of whom he takes Atalanta; and may be Virgil; and he talks of the Palux Lerna, though most copyers have writ this "Uzerna," not knowing the place he spoke of. So it is as like as not he knew Arabic music, and perhaps had heard, if he not understood the mean- ing, some song in rough Saxon letters.
And by making song in rimas escarsas he let into Provencal poetry many words that are not found else- where and maybe some words half Latin, and he uses many more sounds on the rhyme, for, as Canello or Lavaud has written, he uses ninety-eight rhyme sounds in seventeen canzos, and Peire Vidal makes use of but fifty-eight in fifty-four canzos and Folquet of thirty- three in twenty-two poems, and Raimbaut Orenga uses 12*9 rhymes in thirty-four poems, a lower proportion thanArnaut's. AndthesongsofEnArnautareinsome versets wholly free and uneven the whole length of the verset, then the other five versets follow in the track of the first, for the same tune must be sung in them all, or sung with very slight or orderly changes. But after the earlier poems he does not rhyme often inside the stanza. And in all he is very cunning, and has many uneven and beautiful rhythms, so that if a man try to read him like English iambic he will very often go wrong; though En Arnaut made the first piece of "Blank Verse" in the seven opening lines of the "Sols
sui"; and he, maybe, in thinning out the rhymes and having but six repetitions to a canzone, made way for Dantewhosanghislongpoeminthrees. Butthismuch
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is certain, he does not use the rhyme -atage and many other common rhymes of the Provencal, whereby so many canzos are all made alike and monotonous on one sound or two sounds to the end from the beginning.
Nor is there much gap from "Lancan vei fueill' " or "D'autra guiza" to the form of the sonnet, or to the receipt for the Italian strophes of canzoni, for we have both the repetition and the unrepeating sound in the verset. And in two, versets the rhymes run abab cde abab cde; in one, and in the other abba cde abba cde; while in sonnets the rhymes run abab abab cde cde; or abba abba cde cde. And this is no very great difference. A sonetto would be the third of a son.
And I do not give "Ac et no I'ac," for it is plainly told us that he learnt this song from a jongleur, and he says as much in his coda:
Miells-de-ben ren
Sit pren
Chanssos grazida C'Arnautz non oblida.
"Give thanks my song, to Miells-de-ben that Arnaut has not forgotten thee. " And the matter went as a joke, and the song was given to Arnaut to sing in his reper- toire "E fo donatz lo cantar an Ar Daniel, qui et aysi trobaretz en sa obra. " And I do not give the tenzon with Trues Malecs for reasons clear to all who have read it; nor do I translate the sestina, for it is a poor one, but maybe it is interesting to think if the music will not go through its permutation as the end words change their places in order, though the first line has only eight syllables.
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And En Amaut was the best artist among the Proven- cals, trying the speech in new fashions, and bringing new words into writing, and making new blendings of words, so that he taught much to Messire Dante Alighieri as you will see if you study En Arnaut and the "De Vulgari Eloquio" ; and when Dante was older and had well thought the thing over he said simply, "il mi- glior fabbro. " And long before Francesco Petrarca, he, Arnaut, had thought of the catch about Laura, laura,
I'aura, and the rest of it, which is no great thing to his Credit. But no man in Provenqal has written as he writes in "Doutz brais": "E quel remir" and the rest of it, though Ovid, where he recounts Atalanta's flight from Hippomenes in the tenth book, had written:
"cum super atria velum "Candida purpureum simulatas inficit umbras. "
And in Dante we have much in the style of: "Que jes Rozers per aiga que I'engrois. "
And Dante learned much from his rhyming, and follows him in agro and Meleagro, but more in a comprehension, and Dante has learned also of Ovid: "in Metamor- phoseos"
"Velut ales, ab alto "Quae teneram prolem produxit in sera nido,"
although he talks so much of Virgil.
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support this. It is like that men slandered Arnaut for Dante's putting him in his Purgatorio, but the Trues Malecs poem is against this.
En Arnaut often ends a canzone with a verset in different tone from the rest, as markedly in "Si fos Amors. " In "Breu brisaral" the music is very curious, but is lost for us, for there are only two pieces of his music, and those in Milan, at the Ambrosiana (in R 71 superiore)
And at the end of "Doutz brais," is a verset like the verset of a sirvente, and this is what he wrote as a message, not making a whole sirvente, nor, so far as we know, dabbling in politics or writing of it, as Bertrans de Born has; only in this one place is all that is left us. And he was a joglar, perhaps for his living, and only composed when he would, and could not to order, as is shown in the story of his remembering the joglar's can- zone when he had laid a wager to make one of his own.
"Can chai la fueilla" is more like a sea song or an estampida, though the editors call it a canzone, and "Amors e jois," and some others were so little thought of, that only two writers have copied them out in the manuscripts; and the songs are all different one from another, and their value nothing like even. Dante took note of the best ones, omitting "Doutz brais," which is for us perhaps the finest of all, though having some lines out of strict pertinence. But "Can chai la fueilla" is very cleverly made with five, six, and four and seven. And in "Sols sui" and in other canzos verse is syllabic, and made on the number of syllables, not by stresses, and
the making by syllables cannot be understood by those of Petramala, who imagine the language they speak was that spoken by Adam, and that one system of metric was
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made in the world's beginning, and has since existed without change. And some think if the stress fall not on every second beat, or the third, that they must have rightbeforeConstantine. AndtheartofEnAr. Daniel is not literature but the art of fitting words well with music, well nigh a lost art, and if one will look to the music of "Chansson doil motz," or to the movement of "Can chai la fueilla," one will see part of that which I mean, and if one will look to the falling of the rhymes in other poems, and the blending and lengthening of the sounds, and their sequence, one will learn more of this.
And En Arnaut wrote between 1180 and 1200 of the era, as nearly as we can make out, when the Proyengal was growing weary, and it was to be seen if it could last, and he tried to make almost a new language, or at least to enlarge the Langue d'Oc, and make new things possi- ble. And this scarcely happened till Guinicello, and Guido Cavalcanti and Dante; Peire Cardinal went to realism and made satirical poems. But the art of sing- ing to music went well nigh out of the words, for Metastasio has left a few catches, and so has Lorenzo di Medici, but in Bel Canto in the times of Durante, and Piccini, Paradeis, Vivaldi, Caldara and Benedetto Mar- cello, the music turns the words out of doors and strews them and distorts them to the tune, out of all recogni- tion; andthephilosophiccanzoniofDanteandhistimes- men are not understandable if they are sung, and in their time music and poetry parted company; the can- zone's tune becoming a sonata without singing. And
the ballad is a shorter form, and the Elizabethan lyrics are but scraps and bits of canzoni much as in the "nineties" men wrote scraps of Swinburne.
Charles d'Orleans made good roundels and songs, as
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in "Dieu qui la fait" and in "Quand j'oie la tambourine," as did also Jean Froissart before him in
Reviens, ami ; trop longue est ta demeure EUe me fait avoir peine et doulour.
Mon esperit te demande a toute heure. Reviens,ami; troplongueesttademeure.
Car il n'est nul, fors toi, qui me sequerre, Ne secourra, jusques a ton retour. Reviens, ami ; trop longue est ta demeure Elle me fait avoir peine et doulour.
And in:
Le corps s'en va, mais le cceur vous demeure.
And in:
On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient: Tout dit que pas ne dure la fortune.
Un temps se part, et puis I'autre revient: On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient.
Je me comforte en ce qu'il me souvient Que tous les mois avons nouvelle lune: On doit le temps ainsi prendre qu'il vient: Tout dit que pas ne dure la fortune.
Which is much what Bernart de Ventadour has sung:
"Per dieu, dona, pauc esplecham d'amor Va sen lo temps e perdem lo melhor. "
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And Campion was the last, but in none of the later men is there the care and thought of En Arnaut Daniel for the blending of words sung out; and none of them all succeeded, as indeed he had not succeeded in reviving andmakingpermanentapoetrythatcouldbesung. But none of them all had thought so of the sound of the words with the music, all in sequence and set together as had En Arnaut of Ribeyrac, nor had, I think, even Dante Alighieri when he wrote "De Eloquio. "
And we find in Provence beautiful poems, as by Vidal when he sings:
"Ab I'alen tir vas me I'aire,"
And by the Viscount of St. Antoni:
"Lo clar temps vei brunezir
E'ls auzeletz esperdutz,
Que'l fregz ten destregz e mutz E ses conort de jauzir.
Done eu que de cor sospir
Per la gensor re qu'anc fos.
Tan joios
Son, qu'ades m'es vis
Que folh' e flor s'espandis. D'amor son tug miei cossir
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and by Bertrans de Born in "Dompna puois di me," but these people sang not so many diverse kinds of music as En Arnaut, nor made so many good poems in differ- ent fashions, nor thought them so carefully, though En Bertrans sings with more vigor, it may be, and in the others, in Cerclamon, Arnaut of Marvoil, in de Venta- dour, there are beautiful passages. And if the art, now in France, of saying a song disia sons, we find
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written of more than one troubadour--is like the art of En Arnaut, it has no such care for the words, nor such ear for hearing their consonance.
Nor among the Provengals was there any one, nor had Dante thought out an sesthetic of sound ; of clear sounds and opaque sounds, such as in "Sols sui," an opaque sound like Swinburne at his best; and in "Doutz brais" and in "L'aura amara" a clear sound, with staccato; and of heavy beats and of running and light beats, as
very heavy in "Can chai la fueilla. " Nor do we enough notice how with his drollery he is in places nearer to Chaucer than to the Italians, and indeed the Provengal is usually nearer the English in sound and in feeling, than it is to the Italian, having a softer humor, not a bitter tongue, as have the Italians in ridicule.
Nor have any yet among students taken note enough of the terms, both of love terms, and of terms of the singing; though theology was precise in its terms, and we should see clearly enough in Dante's treatise when he uses such words as pexa, hirsuta, lubrica, combed, and shaggy and oily to put his words into categories, that he is thinking exactly. Would the Age of Aquinas have been content with anything less? And so with the love terms, and so, as I have said in my Guido, with meta- phors and the exposition of passion. Cossir, solatz, plazers, have in them the beginning of the Italian philo- sophic precisions, and amors qu'ins el cor mi plou is not a vague decoration. By the time of Petrarca the analy- sis had come to an end, only the vague decorations were left. And if Arnaut is long before Cavalcanti,
Pensar de lieis m'es repaus
E traigom ams los huoills cranes, S'a lieis vezer nols estuich.
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leads toward "E gli occhi orbati fa vedere scorto," though the music in Arnaut is not, in this place, quickly apprehended. And those who fear to take a bold line hi their interpretation of "Cill de Doma," might do worse than re-read:
"Una figura de la donna mia"
and what follows it. And for the rest any man who would read Arnaut and the troubadours owes great thanks to Emil Levy of Freiburg i/b for his long work and his little dictionary (Petit Dictionaire Provengal- Frangais, Karl Winter's Universitatsbuchhandlung, Hei- delberg), and to U. A. Canello, the first editor of Arnaut, who has shown, I think, great profundity in his arrange- ment of the poems in their order, and has really hit upon their sequence of composition, and the develop- ments of En Amaut's trobar ; and lastly to Rene Lavaud for his new Tolosan edition.
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The twenty-three students of Provencal and the seven people seriously interested in the technic and assthetic of verse may communicate with me in person. I give here only enough to illustrate the points of the raso, that is to say, as much as, and probably more than, the general reader can be bothered with. The translations are a make- shift; it is not to be expected that I can do in ten years what it took two hundred troubadours a century and a half to accomplish; for the full understanding of Ar-
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naut's system of echoes and blending there is no substi- tutefortheoriginal; butinextenuationofthelanguageof my verses, I would point out that the Provencals were not constrained by the modern literary sense. Their restraints were the tune and rhyme-scheme, they were not con- strained by a need for certain qualities of writing, with- out which no modern poem is complete or satisfactory. They were not competing with De Maupassant's prose. Their triumph is, as I have said, in an art between liter- ature and music; if I have succeeded in indicating some of the properties of the latter I have also let the former gobytheboard. Itisquitepossiblethatifthetrouba- dours had been bothered about "style," they would not have brought their blend of word and tune to so elaborate
a completion.
"Can chai la fueilla" is interesting for its rhythm, for
the sea-chantey swing produced by simple device of csesurae
Can chai la fueilla
dels ausors entrecims,
El freitz s'ergueilla
don sechal vais' el vims,
Dels dous refrims
vei sordezir la brueilla;
Mas ieu soi prims
d'amor, qui que s'en tueilla.
The poem does not keep the same rhyme throughout, and the only reason for giving the whole of it in my English dither is that one can not get the effect of the thumping and iterate foot-beat from one or two strophes alone.
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CAN CHAI LA FUEILLA
When sere leaf falleth
from the high forked tips,
And cold appalleth
dry osier, haws and hips,
Coppice he strips
of bird, that now none calleth.
Fordel * my lips
in love have, though he galleth.
Though all things freeze here,
I can naught feel the cold.
For new love sees, here
my heart's new leaf unfold;
So am I rolled
and lapped against the breeze here
Love who doth mould
my force, force guarantees here.
Aye, life's a high thing,
where joy's his maintenance,
Who cries 'tis wry thing
hath danced never my dance,
I can advance
no blame against fate's tithing
For lot and chance
have deemed the best thing my thing.
Of love's wayfaring
I know no part to blame,
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All other paring,
coinpared, is put to shame,
Man can acclaim
no second for comparing
With her, no dame
but hath the meaner beiaring.
rid ne'er entangle
my heart with other fere,
Although I mangle
my joy by staying here
I have no fear
that ever at Pontrangle
You'll find her peer
or one that's worth a wrangle.
She'd ne'er destroy
her man with cruelty
'Twixt here 'n' Savoy
there feeds no fairer she,
Than pleaseth me
till Paris had ne'er joy
In such degree
from Helena in Troy.
She's so the rarest
who holdeth me thus gay,
The thirty fairest
can not contest her sway;
'Tis right, par fay,
thou know, O song that wearest
Such bright array,
whose quality thou sharest.
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Chanson, nor stay
till to her thou declarest
"Arnaut would say
me not, wert thou not fairest. "
"Lancan son passat" shows the simple and presum- ably early style of Arnaut, with the kind of reversal from more or less trochaic to more or less iambic move- ment in fifth and eighth lines, a kind of rh3rthm taken over by Elizabethan lyricists. Terms trochaic and iam- bic are, however, utterly inaccurate when applied to syllabic metres set to a particular melody:
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Lancan son passat li giure E noi reman puois ni comba, Et el verdier la flors trembla Sus el entrecim on poma,
La flors e li chan eil clar quil Ab la sazon doussa e coigna M'enseignon c'ab joi m'apoigna,
Sai al temps de I'intran d'April.
' LANCAN SON PASSAT LI GIURE
When the frosts are gone and over. And are stripped from hill and hollow, When in close the blossom blinketh From the spray where the fruit cometh.
The flower and song and the clarion Of the gay season and merry
Bid me with high joy to bear me
Through days while April's coming on.
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Though joy's right hard to discover, Such sly ways doth false Love follow. Only sure he never drinketh
At the fount where true faith hometh;
A thousand girls, but two or one Of her falsehoods over chary. Stabbing whom vows make unwary
Their tenderness is vilely done.
The most wise runs drunkest lover, Sans pint-pot or wine to swallow, If a whim her locks unlinketh.
One stray hair his noose becometh.
When evasion's fairest shown. Then the sly puss purrs most near ye. Innocents at heart beware ye.
When she seems colder than a nun.
See, I thought so highly of her!
Trusted, but the game is hollow, Not one won piece soundly clinketh; All the cardinals that Rome hath.
Yea, they all were put upon. Her device is "Slyly Wary. " Cunning are the snares they carry.
Yet while they watched they'd be undone.
Whom Love makes so mad a rover,
'LI take a cuckoo for a swallow.
If she say so, sooth ! he thinketh There's a plain where Puy-de-Dome is.
Till his eyes and nails are gone, He'll throw dice and follow fairly
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--Sure as old tales never vary
For his fond heart he is foredone.
Well I know, sans writing's cover, What a plain is, what's a hollow.
I know well whose honor sinketh. And who 'tis that shame consumeth.
They meet. I lose reception. 'Gainst this cheating I'd not parry Nor amid such false speech tarry,
But from her lordship will be gone.
Coda
Sir Bertran,* sure no pleasure's won Like this freedom naught, so merry 'Twixt Nile 'n' where the suns miscarry
To where the rain falls from the sun.
The fifth poem in Canello's arrangement, "Lanquan vei fueiir e flor e frug," has strophes in the form:
When I see leaf, and flower and fruit Come forth upon light lynd and bough.
And hear the frogs in rillet bruit. And birds quhitter in forest now,
Love inkirlie doth leaf and flower and bear.
And trick my night from me, and stealing waste it, Whilst other wight in rest and sleep sojourneth.
The sixth is in the following pattern, and the third strophe translates
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Hath a man rights at love ? No grain.
Yet gowks think they've some legal lien.
But she'll blame you with heart serene
That, ships for Bari sink, mid-main.
Or cause the French don't come from Gascony And for such crimes I am nigh in my shroud, Since, by the Christ, I do such crimes or none.
"Autet e has" is interesting for the way in which Arnaut breaks. the flow of the poem to imitate the bird call in "Cadahus en son us," and the repetitions of this sound in the succeeding strophes, highly treble, presum- ably, Neis Jhezus, Mas pel us, etc.
Autet e bas entrels prims fuoills Son nou de flors li ram eil renc E noi ten mut bee ni gola
Nuills auzels, anz braia e chanta Cadahus
En son us;
Per joi qu'ai d'els e del temps Chant, mas amors mi asauta Quils motz ab lo son acorda.
AUTET E BAS ENTRELS PRIMS FUOILLS "Cadahus En son us. "
Now high and low, where leaves renew, Come buds on bough and spalliard pleach And no beak nor throat is muted; Auzel each in tune contrasted
Letteth loose
Wriblis * spruce. * Wriblis = warblings.
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Joy for them and spring would set Song on me, but Love assaileth
Me and sets my words t' his dancing.
I thank my God and mine eyes too, Since through them the perceptions reach. Porters of joys that have refuted
Every ache and shame I've tasted;
They reduce
Pains, and noose
Me in Amor's corded net.
Her beauty in me prevaileth
Till bonds seem but Joy's advancing.
My thanks. Amor, that I win through; Thy long delays I naught impeach Though flame's in my marrow rooted
I'd not quench it, well 't hath lasted, Burns profuse,
Held recluse
Lest knaves know our hearts are met. Murrain on the mouth that aileth,
So he finds her not entrancing.
He doth in Love's book misconstrue, And from that book none can him teach. Who saith ne'er's in speech recruited Aught, whereby the heart is dasted. Words' abuse
Doth traduce
Worth, but I run no such debt.
Right 'tis in man over-raileth
He tear tongue on tooth mischancing. *
* This is nearly as bad in the original.
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That I love her, is pride, is true,
But my fast secret knows no breach. Since Paul's writ was executed
Or the forty days first fasted.
Not Cristus
Could produce
Her similar, where one can get Charms total, for no charm faileth Her who's memory's enhancing.
Grace and valor, the keep of you She is, who holds me, each to each. She sole, I sole, so fast suited. Other women's lures are wasted. And no truce
But misuse
Have I for them, they're not let
To my heart, where she regaleth Me with delights I'm not chancing.
Arnaut loves, and ne'er will fret
Love with o'er-speech, his throat quaileth. Braggart voust is naught t' his fancy.
In the next poem we have the chatter of birds in au- tumn, the onomatopoeia obviously depends upon the "-utz, -etz, -ences and -oris" of the rhyme scheme, 17 of the 68 syllables of each strophe therein included. I was able to keep the English in the same sound as the Cadahus, but I have not been able to make more than map of the relative positions in this canzos.
L'aura amara
Fals bruoilss brancutz Clarzir
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Quel doutz espeissa ab fuoills, Els letz
Bees
Dels auzels ramencs
Ten balps e mutz, Pars
E non-pars;
Per qu'eu m'esfortz De far e dir Plazers
A mains per liei
Que m'a virat has d'aut, Don tem morir
Sils afans no m'asoma.
The bitter air
Strips panoply
From trees
Where softer winds set leaves, And glad
Beaks
Now in brakes are coy, Scarce peep the wee Mates
And un-mates.
What gaud's the work?
What good the glees? What curse
I strive to shake!
Me hath she cast from high, In fell disease
I lie, and deathly fearing.
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So clear the flare
That first lit me
To seize
Her whom my soul believes If cad
Sneaks,
Blabs, slanders, my joy Counts little fee
Baits
And their hites.
I scorn their perk
And preen, at ease. Disburse
Can she, and wake
Such firm delights, that I Am hers, froth, lees
Bigod ! from toe to earring.
Ill
Amor, look yare!
Know certainly
The keys:
How she thy suit receives; Nor add
Piques,
'Twere folly to annoy. I'm true, so dree Fates
No debates
Shake me, nor jerk. My verities
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Turn terse,
And yet I ache
Her lips, not snows that fly Have potencies
To slake, to cool my searing.
IV
Behold my prayer,
(Or company
Of these)
Seeks whom such height achieves
Well clad
Seeks
Her, and would not cloy. Heart apertly
States
Thought. Hopewaits
'Gainst death to irk
False brevities And worse!
To her I raik. *
Sole her; all others' dry Felicities
I count not worth the leering.
Ah, visage, where
Each quality
But frees
One pride-shaft more, that cleaves Me; mad frieks
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(O' thy beck) destroy. And mockery
Baits
Me, and rates.
Yet I not shirk
Thy velleities, Averse
Me not, nor slake
Desire. God draws not nigh To Dome,* with pleas Wherein's so little veering.
VI
Now chant prepare.
And melody
To please
The king, who'll judge thy sheaves. Worth, sad.
Sneaks
Here; double employ Hath there. Get thee Plates
Full, and cates,
Gifts,go! Norlurk
Here till decrees Reverse,
And ring thou take.
Straight t' Arago I'd ply
Cross the wide seas
But "Rome" disturbs my hearing.
Our Lady of Poi de Dome? No definite solution of this reference yet found.
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At midnight mirk, In secrecies
I nurse
My served make * In heart; nor try My melodies
At other's door nor mearing. t
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The eleventh canzo is mainly interesting for the open- ing bass onomatopoeia of the wind rowting in the au- tumnbranches. Arnautmayhavecaughthisalliteration from the joglar engles, a possible hrimm-hramm-hruffer, though the device dates at least from Na^vius.
En breu brisaral temps braus, Eill bisa busina els brancs Qui s'entreseignon trastuich De sobreclaus rams de fuoilla
Car noi chanta auzels ni piula
M' enseign' Amors qu'ieu fassa adonc Chan que non er segons ni tertz
Ans prims d'afrancar cor agre.
The rhythm is too tricky to be caught at the first reading, or even at the fifth reading; there is only part of it in my copy.
Briefly bursteth season brisk, Blasty north breeze racketh branch, Branches rasp each branch on each
*Make=mate, fere, companion.
t Dante cites this poem in the second book of De Vulgari Eloquio with poems of his own, De Horn's, and Cino Pistoija's.
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Tearing twig and tearing leafage,
Chirms now no bird nor cries querulous
So Love demands I make outright A song that no song shall surpass For freeing the heart of sorrow.
Love is glory's garden dose.
And is a pool of prowess staunch Whence get ye many a goodly fruit If true man come but to gather.
Dies none frost bit nor yet snowily, For true sap keepeth off the blight Unless knave or dolt there pass. . . .
The second point of interest is the lengthening out of the rhyme in piula, niula, etc. In the fourth strophe we find
The gracious thinking and the frank Clear and quick perceiving heart Have led me to the fort of love. Finer she is, and I more loyal
Than were Atlanta and Meleager.
Then the quiet conclusion, after the noise of the opening, Pensar de lieis m'es repaus:
To think of her is my rest
And both of my eyes are strained wry When she stands not in their sight, Believe not the heart turns from her,
For nor prayers nor games nor violing Can move me from her a reed's-breadth.
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Doutz brais e critz,
Lais e cantars e voutas
Aug dels auzels qu'en lor latins fant precs Quecs ab sa par, atressi cum nos fam
A las amigas en cui entendem
E doncas ieu qu'en la genssor entendi Dei far chansson sobre totz de bell' obra Que noi aia mot fals ni rima estrampa.
GLAMOUR AND INDIGO
Sweet cries and cracks
and lays and chants inflected
By auzels who, in their Latin belikes,
Chirm each to each, even as you and I
Pipe toward those girls on whom our thoughts attract; Are but more cause that I, whose overweening
Search is toward the Noblest, set in cluster
Lines where no word pulls wry, no rhyme breaks gauges.
No culs de sacs
nor false ways me deflected
When first I pierced her fort within its dykes, Hers, for whom my hungry insistency PassesthegnawwherebywasVivienwracked; * Day-long I stretch, all times, like a bird preening. And yawn for her, who hath o'er others thrust her As high as true joy is o'er ire and rages.
Welcome not lax,
and my words were protected
Not blabbed to other, when I set my likes
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On her. Not brass but gold was 'neath the die. That day we kissed, and after it she flacked
O'er me her cloak of indigo, for screening
Me from all culvertz' eyes, whose blathered bluster Can set such spites abroad; win jibes for wages.
God who did tax
not Longus' sin,* respected
That blind centurion beneath the spikes
And him forgave, grant that we two shall lie
Within one room, and seal therein our pact,
Yes, that she kiss me in the half-light, leaning
To me, and laugh and strip and stand forth in the lustre Where lamp-light with light limb but half engages.
The flowers wax
with buds but half perfected;
Tremble on twig that shakes when the bird strikes Butnotmorefreshthanshe! Noempery,
Though Rome and Palestine were one compact. Would lure me from her; and with hands convening I give me to her. But if kings could muster
In homage similar, you'd count them sages.
Mouth, now what knacks!
What folly hath infected .
Thee? Gifts, that th' Emperor of the Salonikes Or Lord of Rome were greatly honored by.
Or Syria's lord, thou dost from me distract;
O fool I am! to hope for intervening " FromLovethatshieldsnotlove! Yea,itwerejuster To call him mad, who 'gainst his joy engages.
* Longus, centurion in the crucifixion legend.
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The slimy jacks
with adders' tongues bisected,
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Ifearnowhit,norhave; andifthesetykes
Have led Galicia's king to villeiny *
His cousin in pilgrimage hath he attacked
We know--Raimon the Count's son--my meaning Stands without screen. The royal filibuster Redeems not honor till he unbar the cages.
Coda
I should have seen itj but I was on such aifair. Seeing the true king crown'd here in Estampa. f
Arnaut's tendency to lengthen the latter lines of the strophe after the diesis shows in : Er vei vermeils, vertz, blaus, blancs, gruocs, the strophe form being
Vermeil, green, blue, peirs, white, cobalt.
Close orchards, hewis, holts, hows, vales.
And the bird-song that whirls and turns Morning and late with sweet accord.
Bestir my heart to put my song in sheen T'equal that flower which hath such properties. It seeds in joy, bears love, and pain ameises.
* King of the Galjcians, Ferdinand II, King of Galicia, 1157- 88, son of Berangere, sister of Raimon Berenger IV ("quattro figlie ebbe," etc. ) of Aragon, Count of Barcelona. His second son, Lieutenant of Provence, 1168.
t King crowned at Etampe, Phillipe August, crowned May 29, 1 180, at age of 16. This poem might date Arnaut's birth as early as 1150.
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The last cryptic allusion is to the quasi-allegorical descriptions of the tree of love in some long poem like the Romaunt of the Rose. .
Dante takes the next poem as a model of canzo con- struction; andhelearnedmuchfromitsmelody
Sols sui qui sai lo sobrefan quern sortz Al cor d'amor sofren per sobramar.
Car mos volers es tant ferms et entiers Cane no s'esduis de celliei ni s'estors Cui encubric al prim vezer e puois: Qu'ades ses lieis die a lieis cochos motz, Pois quan la vei non sai, tant I'ai, que dire.
We note the soft suave sound as against the staccato of "L'aura amara. "
Canzon.
I only, and who elrische pain support
Know out love's heart o'er borne by overlove,
For my desire that is so firm and straight
And unchanged since I found her in my sight
And unturned since she came within my glance,
That far from her my speech springs up aflame; Near her comes not. So press the words to arrest it.
I am blind to others, and their retort
I hear not. In her alone, I see, move.
Wonder. . . . And jest not. And the words dilate Nottruth; butmouthspeaksnottheheartoutright I could not walk roads, flats, dales, hills, by chance. To find charm's sum within one single frame
As God hath set in her t'assay and test it. ~
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And I have passed in many a goodly court
To find in hers more charm than rumor thereof. . . . In solely hers. Measure and sense to mate.
Youth and beauty learned in all delight,
Gentrice did nurse her up, and so advance
Her fair beyond all reach of evil name.
To clear her worth, no shadow hath oppresst it.
Her contact jBats not out, falls not off short . . . Let her, I pray, guess out the sense hereof For never will it stand in open prate
Until my inner heart stand in daylight,
So that heart pools him when her eyes entrance, As never doth the Rhone, fulled and untame, Pool, where the freshets tumult hurl to crest it.
Flimsy another's joy, false and distort.
No paregale that she springs not above . . .
Her love-touch by none other mensurate. Tohaveitnot? Alas! Thoughthepainsbite Deep, torture is but galzeardy and dance,
For in my thought my lust hath touched his aim. God! Shall I get no more! No fact to best it
No delight I, from now, in dance or sport,
Nor will these toys a tinkle of pleasure prove. Compared to her, whom no loud profligate
Shall leak abroad how much she makes my right. Is this too much? If she count not mischance What I have said, then no.
