Monument poetic and historical, erected in memory of Marie-Antoinette of Austria, Queen of France, and the young King's son. Mr. Lafont of Aussonne, author of History of Madame de Maintenon and The court of Louis XIV .
Eugene Bataille Adolf Ulrich Wertmuller Marie-Antoinette of Austria, Queen of France and her children
Elegy dedicated to the princes of Europe
Vox quoque per Lucos vulgo exaudita silentes.
Virgil
*** Is it true, answer, Nymphs of these valleys,
Is it true that the widow and mother of a King,
Beneath the debris of your pompous dark alleys,
Se watch and reappears, without causing fear?
Is it true that when her charming head
Roula, amid shouts of cowardly assassins
Is the day that chooses his Shadow moaning
To visit these places, and cry his fates?
Pastors, spread your lonely mountains,
reiterated this prodigy Travel surprised.
Nymphs, admit me into your sacred mysteries: On August
my blessing to be the price.
A nymph, to the words, lifting the leaves,
Me discovers a path, it tells me no.
She flees, and from the eye, shows me a sarcophagus
Where are united a scepter and the scythe of death. On this marble
ignored
ancient plane trees sway a vault impenetrable to light;
And pale jasmine perfume vapors balsamic
this enclosure and the surrounding woods.
"Friend of the dead, I cried a voice from the tomb,
" Your wishes are granted. I agree. You'll see
"She who always great, and never uneven
" While everything changed, only did not change.
"The lie continued his inhuman memory
" And he still fight evil hearts strengthened.
"But the time, who knows everything, will deliver the story
'names and the secret of his proud enemies.
"Not far from these lawns that decorates his grave,
" Who saw the days of his prosperity,
"The Queen will appear. But the appearance
of dawn "dispel the Phantom suddenly stirred.
"Beware of disturbing, by a zeal guilty
" The gentle meditation that appeals to his heart;
"Beware of irritating a shadow lamentable
" And call upon you the look of woe . "
The Oracle had spoken ....... Suddenly, clouds
Sad and bloody knocking my eyes
the distance I hear the noise of the precursor storms;
And the night of his crepe, wrap the heavens.
The north wind, the sunset rushes furiously.
Forest Oaks stir in the air.
storm roars expands, multiplies,
And the horizon lit the fires of a thousand lights.
Lightning explodes, flies ....... O gods! your power
Is she destroying a corrupt world ?.....
Save, if possible, the roof of innocence, And the humble mausoleum
offered to virtue.
The horizon brightened. The waning moon
Thinks his forehead in the waters calm and serene;
These birds, deceived his dying light, preparing to sing
return in the morning.
Midnight. At the signal of the brass peaceful
I feel my heart moved. I shudder. As I see
a point of light, clarity magic
forward and grow, from the backwoods.
The Phantom slowly, following the green hill.
I soon distinguished her eyes, her attractions;
I see, I recognize this divine pride, the grace
And, finally, the finest of his features.
ANTOINETTE, in the prime of his youth friendly,
shone as Cypris, in the midst of his court
Her beauty, now is soft, inconsolable
Commands respect and disdain love.
But what object, first, escaped my sight?
Who is this young child walking beside her?
Her charms, her languor, her face ingenuous
Any reveals a great name, and adversities.
The Queen maintains a caressing hand.
Like her, he wears the ornaments of grief ... This
child be the victim astonishing
That requires both the world and the coffin? It
itself. Listen to talk his noble mother;
Listening to the accents of his touching voice:
"O unfortunate son of a poor Father too!
"His death, you put the scaffold to the rank of kings.
"Your reign storm has passed like a shadow:
" You have succeeded at our cruel setback.
"And slowly killed in a maze dark
" You have disappeared from this sad world.
"Like those misty autumn suns that
" Under an overcast sky leaving barely glimpse
"And who soon returned to the dark night,
" Low in the morning, die before evening.
"In the dungeons, witness my long suffering,
" I formed your heart, because I helped you;
"I often said:" To rule over France,
"Be careful, my son, and especially Be good.
"When you think about this trip alarms,
"Weep for our pain, and do not retaliate:
" Reared in the bitter, watered with our tears,
"That is the only mercy for you charms.
"The people, our kindness, one day, paying tribute,
" Damn the furies that rend his breast;
"And France, contemplating your tender age,
" Maybe cherish his Monarch orphan.
"But these vain honors, an abyss surrounds
" Heaven would compassionate
free yourself, "Who will want a scepter, a crown,
" When we know the evils they have suffered!
"In the darkest I could evade attacks:
" I could throw myself into the Kings guards.
"But when I wear it! ... I was a wife and mother
"I could not separate my lot for your misfortunes.
"Far from you, my daughter, and a beloved sister,
" Condemned to answer judges' perverse
"You saw me down, not debased:
" Queen until the end, I 'astonished the world.
"The victim, previously given as a sacrifice,
" Covered scallops came to the altar:
"The girl Caesars is dragged to the scaffold
"Under the garb, the chariot of the vilest criminals!
"Theresa O, O Mother, O noble Queen!
"You known, like me, the whims of fate
" But, defying, at least, property and crime,
"You disarm the addition facing death.
"I want, like you, the brave. My consistency
"Could Save the throne, which placed me your hand.
"I had your strength: I did not have your power .......
"And we have suffered the fate of the judgments. "At these words
painful, plaintive Amazon
Leans toward his Son, the press upon his heart;
From the sails floating covers, environment;
And mothering is still happiness.
Departing from these shores, once so beautiful gardens
Of these peoples and loved Kings
Antoinette and her Son, spectra melancholy
rise slowly over the tops of wood.
Their road record in the air a long meteor.
The sweetest fragrance precedes and follows them.
They would stop ... But the nascent East Aurora
for them the signal of eternal night.
of Aussonne Lafont, crime of October 16 or the ghosts of Marly (1820)
Virgil
A bright light, like an aurora borealis, having appeared two years later, Timber Marly after her death, the inhabitants of these campaigns is saddened easily persuaded that the soul of their benefactor was asking for prayers.
*** Is it true, answer, Nymphs of these valleys,
Is it true that the widow and mother of a King,
Beneath the debris of your pompous dark alleys,
Se watch and reappears, without causing fear?
Is it true that when her charming head
Roula, amid shouts of cowardly assassins
Is the day that chooses his Shadow moaning
To visit these places, and cry his fates?
Pastors, spread your lonely mountains,
reiterated this prodigy Travel surprised.
Nymphs, admit me into your sacred mysteries: On August
my blessing to be the price.
A nymph, to the words, lifting the leaves,
Me discovers a path, it tells me no.
She flees, and from the eye, shows me a sarcophagus
Where are united a scepter and the scythe of death. On this marble
ignored
ancient plane trees sway a vault impenetrable to light;
And pale jasmine perfume vapors balsamic
this enclosure and the surrounding woods.
"Friend of the dead, I cried a voice from the tomb,
" Your wishes are granted. I agree. You'll see
"She who always great, and never uneven
" While everything changed, only did not change.
"The lie continued his inhuman memory
" And he still fight evil hearts strengthened.
"But the time, who knows everything, will deliver the story
'names and the secret of his proud enemies.
"Not far from these lawns that decorates his grave,
" Who saw the days of his prosperity,
"The Queen will appear. But the appearance
of dawn "dispel the Phantom suddenly stirred.
"Beware of disturbing, by a zeal guilty
" The gentle meditation that appeals to his heart;
"Beware of irritating a shadow lamentable
" And call upon you the look of woe . "
The Oracle had spoken ....... Suddenly, clouds
Sad and bloody knocking my eyes
the distance I hear the noise of the precursor storms;
And the night of his crepe, wrap the heavens.
The north wind, the sunset rushes furiously.
Forest Oaks stir in the air.
storm roars expands, multiplies,
And the horizon lit the fires of a thousand lights.
Lightning explodes, flies ....... O gods! your power
Is she destroying a corrupt world ?.....
Save, if possible, the roof of innocence, And the humble mausoleum
offered to virtue.
The horizon brightened. The waning moon
Thinks his forehead in the waters calm and serene;
These birds, deceived his dying light, preparing to sing
return in the morning.
Midnight. At the signal of the brass peaceful
I feel my heart moved. I shudder. As I see
a point of light, clarity magic
forward and grow, from the backwoods.
The Phantom slowly, following the green hill.
I soon distinguished her eyes, her attractions;
I see, I recognize this divine pride, the grace
And, finally, the finest of his features.
ANTOINETTE, in the prime of his youth friendly,
shone as Cypris, in the midst of his court
Her beauty, now is soft, inconsolable
Commands respect and disdain love.
But what object, first, escaped my sight?
Who is this young child walking beside her?
Her charms, her languor, her face ingenuous
Any reveals a great name, and adversities.
The Queen maintains a caressing hand.
Like her, he wears the ornaments of grief ... This
child be the victim astonishing
That requires both the world and the coffin? It
itself. Listen to talk his noble mother;
Listening to the accents of his touching voice:
"O unfortunate son of a poor Father too!
"His death, you put the scaffold to the rank of kings.
"Your reign storm has passed like a shadow:
" You have succeeded at our cruel setback.
"And slowly killed in a maze dark
" You have disappeared from this sad world.
"Like those misty autumn suns that
" Under an overcast sky leaving barely glimpse
"And who soon returned to the dark night,
" Low in the morning, die before evening.
"In the dungeons, witness my long suffering,
" I formed your heart, because I helped you;
"I often said:" To rule over France,
"Be careful, my son, and especially Be good.
"When you think about this trip alarms,
"Weep for our pain, and do not retaliate:
" Reared in the bitter, watered with our tears,
"That is the only mercy for you charms.
"The people, our kindness, one day, paying tribute,
" Damn the furies that rend his breast;
"And France, contemplating your tender age,
" Maybe cherish his Monarch orphan.
"But these vain honors, an abyss surrounds
" Heaven would compassionate
free yourself, "Who will want a scepter, a crown,
" When we know the evils they have suffered!
"In the darkest I could evade attacks:
" I could throw myself into the Kings guards.
"But when I wear it! ... I was a wife and mother
"I could not separate my lot for your misfortunes.
"Far from you, my daughter, and a beloved sister,
" Condemned to answer judges' perverse
"You saw me down, not debased:
" Queen until the end, I 'astonished the world.
"The victim, previously given as a sacrifice,
" Covered scallops came to the altar:
"The girl Caesars is dragged to the scaffold
"Under the garb, the chariot of the vilest criminals!
"Theresa O, O Mother, O noble Queen!
"You known, like me, the whims of fate
" But, defying, at least, property and crime,
"You disarm the addition facing death.
"I want, like you, the brave. My consistency
"Could Save the throne, which placed me your hand.
"I had your strength: I did not have your power .......
"And we have suffered the fate of the judgments. "At these words
painful, plaintive Amazon
Leans toward his Son, the press upon his heart;
From the sails floating covers, environment;
And mothering is still happiness.
Departing from these shores, once so beautiful gardens
Of these peoples and loved Kings
Antoinette and her Son, spectra melancholy
rise slowly over the tops of wood.
Their road record in the air a long meteor.
The sweetest fragrance precedes and follows them.
They would stop ... But the nascent East Aurora
for them the signal of eternal night.
of Aussonne Lafont, crime of October 16 or the ghosts of Marly (1820)
NB This piece was read, May 3, 1820, at the public meeting and solemn of the Academy of Floral Games, Mr Carré, one Quarante, pupil and godson of the Abbe Delille. The background of the subject and the great talent of the player have excited the compassion of a great meeting.
( Note from the Editors. )
( Note from the Editors. )
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