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- CPDL #17520:
- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-12). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central.
- CPDL #11353:
- Editor: Pierre Gouin (submitted 2006-03-29). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 85 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright © Les Éditions Outremontaises, 2006
General Information
Title: Chanson d'Ophélia, Op. 28, No. 3
Composer: Ernest Chausson
Lyricist: Maurice Bouchorcreate page (1855-1929)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo medium
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: Piano
Published: Chanson d'Ophélie (Hamlet), Op. 28 No. 3, from Trois Chansons de Shakespeare
Description: "Song of Ophelia", from William Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act IV, scene 5. Translated into French by Maurice Bouchor.
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Original text and translations
French text
Il est mort ayant bien souffert, Madame;
Il est parti; c’est une chose faite.
Une pierre à ses pieds et pour poser à sa tète
Un tertre vert.
Sur le linceul de neige à pleines mains semées
Mille fleurs parfumées,
Avant d’aller sous terre avec lui sans retour
Dans leur jeunesse épanouie
Ont bu, comme une fraîche pluie,
Les larmes du sincère amour.