TROUVÈRES. LE CHATELAIN DE COUCY. TH 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 Ducs, Prince ni Comte aussi, Commencement de douce seson bele Que je voi revenir, Remembrance d'amors qui me rapele Dont ja ne puis partir, Et la mauviz qui commence a tentir, Me font resouvenir De la ou tuit mi bon desir Sont, et seront, jusqu'au morir. THE first approach of the sweet spring The memory of the love that holds In fond heart such power, my The thrush again his song essaying, The little rills o'er pebbles playing, And sparkling as they fall,— Of her on whom my heart's desire With every season fresh and new Her eyes, her face, all bright with joy,— 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 much the higher springs my joy. HUGUES D'ATHIES. HUGUES D'ATHIES was grand panetier under Philip Augustus, and subsequently under Louis VIII. his successor. Folz est qui a escient On n'i peut raison trouver; FOOL! who from choice can spend his hours No certain rule her course presents; The valiant knight her love may boast, Fit wooer he for such an one The flatterer, with his wily tongue, THIBAUD, KING OF NAVARRE. SOMETHING has already been said of this prince's poetry and history. He was born in 1201, and died in 1253. His songs have had the good fortune to meet with a most learned and industrious editor in M. Ravallière, who has perhaps bestowed more pains on them than their intrinsic merit can be said to have deserved. The following seems written on the eve of a crusade to which he went in 1238. Dame, ensi est qu'il m'en convient aler, Et departir de la doce contrée, Ou tant ai mauz soffers et endurez ; Quant je vos lais, droiz est, que je m'en hée : Qui tant amans aura fait desevrer, Ne ne porent lor joie remembrer? LADY, the fates command, and I must go, Leaving the pleasant land so dear to me : Here my heart suffer'd many a heavy woe; But what is left to love, thus leaving thee? Alas! that cruel land beyond the sea! Why thus dividing many a faithful heart, Never again from pain and sorrow free, Never again to meet, when thus they part? my lot; I see not, when thy presence bright I leave, Oft will my heart repentant turn to thee, And all the gracious words here said to me. O gracious God! to thee I bend my knee, So kind a master, so beloved and dear. |