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He heeds not, while he lives in state,
What ills on Damietta wait.
But, noble sirs, we will not fear,
I cannot think that Avignon
Je vous supply, pardonnez moy,
Et ne mectez en oubliette
Celui qui la chanson a faicte
A P umbre d' ung coppeau de Moy.
LE CHATELAIN DE COUCY.
1 He pedigree of the noble family of Coucy is ably and satisfactorily elucidated by Laborde, in whose"Essay on Music" is to be found also the affecting narrative of the poet's unfortunate passion for la Dame de Fayel. The first Raoul Sire de Coucy died at the siege of Acre in 1191: but Laborde thinks that our poet was his nephew Raoul, who died, however, nearly about the same time. The Raoul to whom Thibaud king of Navarre addresses one of his pieces, M. Laborde conceives to be Raoul II. the grandson of Raoul I. Raoul II. died about 1250. The pride of this family may be judged by the characteristic motto of one of the Sires :—
"Je ne suis Roi, ni Dues, Prince ni Comte aussi,
Commencement de douce seson bele
Que je voi revenir,
Dont ja ne puis partir,
Et la mauviz qui commence a tentir,
The first approach of the sweet spring
Returning here once more,—
With every season fresh and new
That love is more inspiring: Her eyes, her face, all bright with joy,—
Her coming, her retiring,— Her faithful words,—her winning ways,— That sweet look, kindling up the blaze Of love, so gently still, To wound, but not to kill,— So that when most I weep and sigh, So much the higher springs my joy.