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COMPLAINT OF AMANIEU DES ESCAS,
A CATALONIAN TROUBADOUR, WHO FLOURISHED ABOUT THE END OF THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY, UNDER JAMES II. KING OF ARRAGON.
When thou shalt ask why round thee, sighing,
My mournful friends appear,
They'll tell thee Amanieu is dying,
And thou wilt smile to hear.
They will reproach thee with my fate;—
Yet, why should they deplore!
Since death is better than the hate
I suffer evermore.
My mournful friends appear,
They'll tell thee Amanieu is dying,
And thou wilt smile to hear.
They will reproach thee with my fate;—
Yet, why should they deplore!
Since death is better than the hate
I suffer evermore.
Why chid'st thou that in pensive numbers
I dared my love to own?
The kiss we give to one that slumbers
Is never felt or known.
And long I strove my thoughts to hide,
Nor would my weakness show;
With secret care I should have died,—
I can but perish now!
I dared my love to own?
The kiss we give to one that slumbers
Is never felt or known.
And long I strove my thoughts to hide,
Nor would my weakness show;
With secret care I should have died,—
I can but perish now!
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Oh! once I smil'd, in proud derision,
At love and all its pain:
The woe of others seems a vision,
Our own the truth too plain!
May'st thou yet feel the chilling void
My soul has known too long!—
When this brief life, thy scorn destroyed,
Is ended with my song!
At love and all its pain:
The woe of others seems a vision,
Our own the truth too plain!
May'st thou yet feel the chilling void
My soul has known too long!—
When this brief life, thy scorn destroyed,
Is ended with my song!
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