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| #[[Les Regrets/1|I I’ll not delve to the heart of nature]] | | # [[Les Regrets/1|I I’ll not delve to the heart of nature]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/2|II I’ll not trawl the Greek seas with my nets]] | | # [[Les Regrets/2|II I’ll not trawl the Greek seas with my nets]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/3|III Alas, where now is that contempt for fate?]] | | # [[Les Regrets/3|III Alas, where now is that contempt for fate?]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/4|IV Don’t be astonished, you, who are half my heart]] | | # [[Les Regrets/4|IV Don’t be astonished, you, who are half my heart]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/5|V It’s not the Tuscan river with its proud shore.]] | | # [[Les Regrets/5|V It’s not the Tuscan river with its proud shore.]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/6|VI After long wandering on the darkened plain]] | | # [[Les Regrets/6|VI After long wandering on the darkened plain]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/7|VII Happy, the man who finds sweet journey’s end]] | | # [[Les Regrets/7|VII Happy, the man who finds sweet journey’s end]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/8|VIII Oh, happy is he who can pass his days. ]] | | # [[Les Regrets/8|VIII Oh, happy is he who can pass his days. ]] |
| #[[Les Regrets/9|IX I love liberty, and I languish in service]] | | # [[Les Regrets/9|IX I love liberty, and I languish in service]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/10|Let’s live, let’s live, Gordes, and ignore. ]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/11|The sacred mysteries of holy Roman.]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/12|I write not of love, not feeling amorous]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/13|If I climb to the Palace, I find only pride]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/14|Duthier: would you know what this Rome is?]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/15|How is it, Mauny, that the more one tries. ]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/16|Who’ll search out Odysseus’ root for me?]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/17|The hair frizzed, a thousand curls in place]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/18|What shall we say, Melin, of this court]] |
| | # [[Les Regrets/19|It’s the Carnival, let each do as he may]] |
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| Let’s live, let’s live, Gordes, and ignore.
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| The sacred mysteries of holy Roman.
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| I write not of love, not feeling amorous,
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| If I climb to the Palace, I find only pride,
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| Duthier: would you know what this Rome is?.
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| How is it, Mauny, that the more one tries.
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| Who’ll search out Odysseus’ root for me?.
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| The hair frizzed, a thousand curls in place,
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| What shall we say, Melin, of this court,
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| It’s the Carnival, let each do as he may,
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| As Aeneas did, I found myself likewise, | | As Aeneas did, I found myself likewise, |
