pare the original of this song, printed in his third volume, p. 142, with that given in Sismondi. Ieu m' escondisc, domna, que mal non mi er I CANNOT hide from thee how much I fear So may I lose my hawk ere he can spring, So, with my shield on neck, mid storm and rain, As they who tell those tales have grossly lied! When I approach the gaming board to play, No other fair e'er wiled my heart away Or, prisoner to some noble, may I fill, Let master, servants, porters, try their skill, So may another knight make love to you, As they that slander me have grossly lied! ALPHONSO II., KING OF ARRAGON. ALPHONSO was the son of Raymond Berengar IV., count of Barcelona, who married the heiress of Arragon, and inherited the poetic taste and reputation of his illustrious family. He attained the crown in 1162, and died in 1196. He was a Troubadour, and therefore his cotemporary poets overlooked his kingly vices and worthlessness: he was a king; and therefore we give place here to a song which has few other claims to our notice. Per mantas guizas m' es datz Que per vergiers e per pratz, E per fuelhas e per flors, E pel temps qu' es refrescatz, Vei alegrar chantadors; Mas al meu chan neus ni glatz No m' ajuda, ni estatz, Ni res, mas dieus et amors. MANY the joys my heart has seen, From gardens gay and meadows green, From leaves and flowerets blowing, And spring her freshening hours bestowing, All these delight the bard: but here Where nought but love is glowing. And though I would not dare despise Yet my heart's brightest joy is springing And in my song I'll honour her, My ready tribute bringing..... When I remember our farewell, To think how broken-hearted, While from her eyelids tear-drops started, "O soon," she said, "my loved one, here, O soon, in pity, re-appear!" Then back I'll fly, for none so dear As her from whom I parted. ARNAUD DE MARVEIL. THIS Troubadour, whom Petrarch styles "il men famoso Arnaldo," (though he certainly appears to us to be the one who deserved to be the most so,) flourished in the latter end of the 12th century. He was one of the class of roving poets of low origin who sought their subsistence at the courts of the South: 66 car no podia viure per las suas letras, el s'en anet per lo mon; e sabia ben trobar e s'entendia be." His adventures show strikingly the license given to those who possessed poetic talent, and the equality with his rivals of whatever rank, to which, in all matters connected with his art, it raised the minstrel. Every singer must have a lady for his theme; and when Arnaud had chosen the countess of Beziers, even Alphonso IV. of Castille was his avowed rival, and became so jealous of the pretensions of the strolling minstrel, that the banishment of the latter was found to be the only remedy. Belh m' es quan lo vens m' alena Chanta 'l rossinhols e 'l jays; Com quecx ab sa par s'aizi! |