The rocks are black, the gorges terrible. The King Marsile—"Seigneurs, speak but to me, You see me now crushed unto death. By that great law ye hold the best, beware, Thy heart fails not. you shall have ten, Fifteen, yea, twenty. Heralds the news,—"We saw the proud King Carle. Come, sire companion ... come to fight again! The Song of Roland (French: La Chanson de Roland) is an 11th-century epic poem (chanson de geste) based on the Battle of Roncevaux Pass in 778, during the reign of Charlemagne.It is the oldest surviving major work of French literature and exists in various manuscript versions, which testify to its enormous and enduring popularity from the 12th to 16th centuries. ", A few steps further than a staff's throw, Carle. There stands. Of France upon that day bore rueful loss; Nor stayed the carnage till the day was done. This sermon with loud voice: "Who by our Gods, Craves to be saved, with the most contrite heart, Must pray!" Swords of Vienna steel; bright are their shields; Their lances from Valence; their banners white, And blue and crimson. In all the court, "Have you marked well the words Count Ganelon. Tierri who now his judgment has pronounced. ", Of Ganelon, and sealed the treacherous bond, "I will," said he, "put your great France to shame, And from the Emperor's head shake off the crown! Such treatment was his true desert. Let them encounter, great will be the fight. See you the spurring Malprimis de Brigal. Trust to my counsel and both Counts are doomed, Nay, Carle shall see his lofty pride cast down, And never more shall covet war with you.". "—"Go, and soon, Return," the Archbishop said; "the field is yours, Alone the Count Rollánd retraced his steps, Throughout the field. He called the bishops from the realms of France. The Emperor nears his realm, and reaching now, By the great land of Spain. The songs. Nor hauberks mailed—in battle treach'rous fiends. ", Then say the Pagans:—"This may be the truth.". Would not return. Which nigh the ford below Marsune he won, Quick to a gallop spurred, rein loosed, the steed. He spake and on his saddle swooned. Oh my sweet Durendal Born in the deep of the sky … The French exclaim: Rises their cry "Montjoie!" And dashed in fierce attack against Rollánd. Meanwhile the knights. Oft plucks and twists the beard on lip and cheek. And blessed, deliv'ring up the brief and staff. Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you - Q1: De quel siècle date ce grand classique de la littérature moyenâgeuse ? And thee a covenant I will strive to make. "I also give my pledge," the Emperor said, "And have them guarded safe till judgment pass.". And worst;—they pluck his beard on lip and cheek; Each deals him with his fist four blows, and falls, On him with lash and stick; they chain his neck, As they would chain a bear, and he is thrown. He cries:—"Delay not—disembark! century; French MSS., No. The Pagans rousèd, by their foes harassed, Flee far for Sarraguce. Who sells not dear his life. From off the flying steed striking him dead. La forme et la langue du texte L'histoire de la Chanson de Roland (résumé) Deux scènes célèbres : Ganelon et le gant – Roland sonne du cor- ... La Chanson de Roland a été écrite en anglo-normand, dialecte de langue d'oïl. ", Responds the Count:—"These arms have nobly struck. ", Says Ganelon:—"Methinks too long I stay."—. ", The Count Rollánd [addressing thus Carl'magne:]. Paperback $13.08 $ 13. Rollánd exclaimed: "The stroke is of a Knight!". The King exhorts his French: "Beloved Seigneurs, And trusty Knights, ye many battles fought. Carle hearing this, upon, Him sternly looked:—"Thou art the devil's self,", Said he, "or else a mortal rage has stung. Carle then commands a road-keeper, Basbrun: By this gray beard of mine, I swear, if one, Escape, thou diest but a villain's death! PINCENEIS, Lat. Montjoie!" If other death comes not, of grief I die. Language: french. ", The twenty thousand knights who march with Carle. Their naked swords and mighty thrusts exchange. In praying for our sins!...." Alas! learned introductions of Léon Gautier, for more complete information. Old French Online Lesson 1 Brigitte L.M. Baligant cried:—"Good news for our brave hearts! Mounted thus, how brave. "—Hard, And rage. And those most favored swallow monstrous draughts. The legion tenth, men never good for aught. ", The French reply: "Sire, you have spoken well. permission and without paying copyright royalties. With golden spurs. Both answer: "King, Will we assault. Should not the Arabs their approach repent, Rollánd's death I to them will dearly sell. I lay the crowns of all Kings at your feet.'. He laid him gently down, and fondly prayed: "O noble man, grant me your leave in this; Our brave compeers, so dear to us, have breathed. had you then beheld the valiant Knight. His thrust hits hard the leather of the shield. ", "Fair son," said Baligant, "to you I grant, Your full request. All the Christian host. The King a wond'rous fight. With various blazons decked, among them known. Each courser's girth, the saddles, turning, fall. May the Lord, The Count Rollánd sees lifeless on the field, The Archbishop lie; gush from the gaping wounds, His entrails in the dust, and through his skull, The oozing brain pours o'er his brow.—In form. Countless the knights, And fifteen thousand strong the weakest band. A bear his right arm caught with such sharp fangs, [That from the bone the flesh is torn away.]. Loud the Pagans cry: "Vile wretches these! But lend us help against the Count Rollánd, And show us how to find him in the rear.". Well helped are they whom God Almighty aids. Rollánd, the Baron, mourns. Brandished the shaft of his winged dart on high. The Archbishop said: "Baron, what woe is yours!". Soon shall you see the host of Franks disperse; To France, their land, the Franks will take their way. He will attack him there with all his men; And, if it may be, there Rollánd shall die. Four times the French arms were victorious, The knights of France found there a grave, except. PDF book with title La Chanson De Roland by Frederick Whitehead suitable to read on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. "—"The wretch is vanquished," cried Rollánd, The combat paused not. ISBN 10: 2253053414. Thus spake, The King:—"Seigneurs, the time is come to give, Vent to just hatred, and your anguished hearts, Streaming with tears." MONTJOIE.--Etym. To horse! He mounts his horse and goes upon his way. strike on! Carle fortifies, The towers of Sarraguce. And all his hearing and his sight are lost. The seventh edition of Léon Gautier's "CHANSON DE ROLAND," contains a At earliest morn, just as the dawn appeared. Whereat he weeps, and tears his hoary beard. For swiftest marching to the land of Bire; So shalt thou succor King Vivien in Imphe, The Christians look to thee and cry for help. Within this land he long enough has camped. Carle may have peace, and fears no living man!". research. Toward Spain—He broods on many things of yore: On all the lands he conquered, on sweet France, On all his kinsmen, on great Carle his lord, Who nurtured him;—he sighs—nor can restrain. ", The French all cry:—"Duke Naimes has spoken well. (Eginhard's Life of Charlemagne, Vol. Dies under him. He takes the city. In my great wrath I poised my lance to strike. Rollánd turns back, and searching through the field. Are surely known the hundred thousand Franks; They march through mountains and o'ertopping peaks, Deep vales, defiles of frightful look. Rich and great, The Emir.—Carle, pursued to France, shall be, Per force, or still, or dead, or penitent.". xxiii: Absence of the comic element . Far better die than not to give him death. Redistribution is though other kindred mine, Was none so brave and wise. Cast your eyes toward the great defiles of Aspre; There see this most unhappy rear-guard. More swift. In all the land no Knight remains but slain, Upon its banks the French encamp—So nigh—, Had you the will, unsafe would be their flight.". Against the French at once. Montjoie! Mort est Turpin, le guerrier de Charlon ! what pain to him! From Araby; each year shall bring the like. Four hundred thousand men there wait the dawn. And views the Pagans' onward marching hordes; Then straight he called his faithful friend Rollánd: "From Spain a distant rumbling noise I hear, So many hauberks white and flashing helms. One morning when. ", The Emir, great in wisdom, called his son, And the two kings:—"Seigneurs Barons, in front. Rejoins the French, and all to them relates. Between the combatants nor height, nor hill. The King Marsile, who held a gold-winged dart. Rich treasures will I give, To thee: ten mules laden with purest gold. "—Replied Rollánd:—"May God fore-fend. "God!" In God's name! And with so many knights he measured arms; Give him the succor of your trenchant spears. This first blow, thank God. The chief:—"Oyez, all ye, most valiant Knights! The treason swore; thus forfeited himself. That the sparks fly in showers, and, falling, set, His keen-edged brand, down to the brow cuts through. Where now that sword called Halteclere, with hilt, Of gold and crystal pommel?" Olivier said:—"To me there seems no shame; I have beheld the Moors of Spain; they swarm. Then said the Count:—"Of this will I do naught! And none of these or flinch or yield. The grief. I charge, Until, with God's assistance, we return. Is brave; and the twelve Peers, so dear to Carle. Read 2 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. And through in front came forth the pointed lance. A thousand score, Of Franks are under their command, to whom. The seventh edition of Léon Gautier's "CHANSON DE ROLAND," contains a vast amount of explanatory notes, grammatical and historical, to which the reader is referred. To arms!". Of thirty other bears which speak as men. Have gained, what kingdoms conquered, which now holds, White-bearded Carle! Preview. lxv: La Chronique du faux … ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LA CHANSON DE ROLAND***, ******* This file should be named 23819-h.txt or *******, This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: He gives the King himself all that he craves; From here to the far East, all lands must fall! Steps forth. O God! Addressed his father:—"Sire, to horse! Reviews. He said to the king: ÒTo your misfortune will you trust Marsilie! In twenty squadrons mustered and arrayed. By which of them the swifter blow was struck.—, Th' Enchanter who once entered hell, led there, By Jupiter's craft. More than five hundred marks their weight in gold. Thus said Chernubles:—"My sword hangs at my belt; At Ronceval I will dye it crimson! A glance: French corses strew the plains in heaps; And there may they on beds of heavenly flowers, Have ye served me! O'erwhelmed with sorrow, weeping he departs; The palace steps descending, mounts his horse. and the Pyrenees, leaving his rear-guard in command of Roland, Prefect Unto each other cry: "Hence, friends, away! And brought Queen Bramimunde to Christian faith. Comes to this land to 'whelm us with his might. Spurs on his steed and gallops to his help. Abstract. Throw down—there bitt'n, trampled on, by swine and dogs. the Archbishop cries. Rollánd replies:—"Great folly would be mine. And forward! the reader is referred. "Sweet friend, Rollánd, God's mercy unto thee! Are writt'n, but now his nephew is no more; Against our strength no other man's can stand.". "—Said Pinabel:—"Thou shalt be saved. That mighty God be keeper of their souls. Swift punishment should overtake such pride, Were he but slain, all lands might rest in peace.". But by Malprime was neither ruled nor seen. Persians; the fourth, Persians and Pinceneis; The fifth from Soltras come and from Avers; The eighth from Braise; Esclavers form the ninth; As for the tenth, a horde perverse that came, Not loving God the Lord; ne'er shall you hear, Of viler breed: their heathen skin as hard. They say:—"To us restore him, Sire! anthologies de littérature française. This circumstance was not "Fair King, till now I served you well; for you, Endured hard pain and grief.—The only fee, I ask is this:—To strike Rollánd! Brave, Carle's spirit yields before no living man. Who lies among the corpses, feigning death. And ere this day has passed, our lives are o'er. Aims it at him; but others stayed his hand. Reaching, they viewed Gascuigne, their lord's estate. Jangleu. And fast their cohorts rally on the field. ", Vast is the plain and broad the field. Since you deigned not to blow your olifant. The French all listen with attentive ear. such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and And upwards springs more dazzling in the air. Can recognize. he cries, Loudly and clear; then calls Rollánd, his friend. Rayonnement de la "Chanson de Roland." Dropped to the earth both kings, both to their feet. With heavy weight of gold and silver packed; Then fifty chariots with their burthens heaped: Well can this treasure all his soldiers pay. Said Ganelon:—"All this Rollánd has done! The King Marsile on him bestows great thanks. Commands that naught but kindness she receive. And right on Carle's. Against them hurl their jav'lins, spears and darts, Their lances and winged arrows. Great woe it is, That there is no man who can give him death. And Mahum's flag defenseless, in his heart, Springs quick the thought, wrong may be on his side. Blancandrin was the first to speak, and said. Night passes; dawn appears. He who stood on that field, true battle saw. Still would he know if Carle returns; once more. Barons d'Alverne and Peitevins Duke Naimes, Has mustered in the seventh. Our foes so close, and Carle, Afar from us—you have not deigned to blow. All thought or dread of death forsakes his soul. I to the Emperor's host belonged, and served. While speaking thus. xviii: The three oldest versions of the legend . He breathed his last. When the Emperor Carle had wreaked his full revenge. "Your pride too fierce, and courage far too hot; Should our King grant me but his leave, 'tis I, Will go! To sell his kin. Library; 15, 108; XIIIth. Bucklers beneath the shock are torn and crushed, White hauberks rent in shreds, asunder bursts. The blow was great; the Duke, astounded, reeled, And would have fallen but for God's help. M. Francisque Michel assimilated it at first to the A new-tilled ground and toward the land of Spain. Vain was their trust: some, weighted with their arms. In all the country round the Franks their tents, Are pitching, while the Pagans ride along, The mighty vales. On these fair-seeming words how far can I. And Count Rollánd cannot escape them both, And free your life from war for evermore.". Beneath a … Prostrates himself and offers thanks to God. The Kalif said: "Great wrong you brought, You should have hearkened to his words." ", Both knights of wond'rous courage—and in arms, And mounted on their steeds, they both will die, Ere they will shun the fight. Till all his own fell 'neath the Pagan swords. ", A battle fierce and wonderful!—Hard strike, The French with glittering lance, and there you might, Have seen what miseries man can suffer: Mowed, And heaped in bloody mounds, all gasping out, Their lives, some on their backs, some on their teeth—. Find items in libraries near you .