Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Altri canti d'Amor

I have been listening to Claudio Monteverdi's works recently, for those of you who do not know who he is, Monteverdi is a early baroque composer. I particularly like this Midrigal because of the polyphony in the first stanza and the way he harmonises the song as a whole. Too bad I cant upload this piece because I cant find a way to do it. Translation of the original is in italics.

Altri canti d'Amor, tenero Arciero,
I dolci vezzi sospirati baci
Narri glisdegni e le bramate paci
Quand'unisce due alme un sol pensiero.

Di Marte furibondo e fiero
I duri incontri e le battaglie audaci
Fo nel mio canto bellicoso e fiero
Strider le spade e bombeggiar le faci.

Let others sing of Love, the tender archer,
of the sweet caresses, the sighing kisses,
let him narrate the quarrels and delightful
making-up when two souls finite in a single
thought.

Of Mars, wild and raging,
of harsh encounters and brave battles,
I make my niartial, fierce song,
of the drawing of swords and flashing
lightning.

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