Muretus
Muretus is the Latinized name of Marc Antoine Muret (12 April 1526 – 4 June 1585), a French humanist who was among the revivers of a Ciceronian Latin style and is among the usual candidates for the best Latin prose stylist of the Renaissance.
Biography
He was born at Muret near Limoges. At the age of eighteen he attracted the notice of the elder Scaliger, and was invited to lecture in the archiepiscopal college at Auch. He afterwards taught Latin at Villeneuve, and then at the College of Guienne, Bordeaux, where his Latin tragedy Julius Caesar was presented. Some time before 1552 he delivered a course of lectures in the college of Cardinal Lemoine at Paris, which drew a large audience, King Henry II and his queen being among his hearers. In Paris he formed part of the larger circle of humanists and poets that included Jean Dorat and Pierre Ronsard. He wrote almost exclusively in Latin: epigrams, odes, satires and letters, which were widely circulated before they were printed. His orations remained models for students through the eighteenth century.
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Ronsard et les Néerlandais (Egidius Kwartet)
- Ma petite colombelle
- Orsus filles "Sus, je vous pri", S. xii/63
- Robin par bois et campagnes, S. 9 No. 108
- La nuict froide et somber, S. xii/34
- La nuict m'est courte, et le jour trop me dure
- Si je trépasse entre tes bras, Madame
- Petite Nymphe folâtre
- Amour me tue et si je ne veux dire
- Je suis plus aise que les Dieux
- Je te hay bien, croy moy, maistresse
- Bon jour mon coeur "Christ est mon Dieu", S. xii/100
- O ma belle maistresse à tout le moins prenez
- Las ! je n'eusse jamais pensé
- Mignonne allons voir si la rose
- Las ! je me plains de mille et mille soupirs
- Mais de quoy sert le désirer, S. 9 No. 75
- Pourquoy tournez vous vos yeux geatieus
- Que dis tu, que fait tu pensive Tourterelle, S. xiv/142
- Bon jour mon coeur "Christ est mon Dieu", S. xii/100
- Je suis tellement amoureux
Born: 1526-04-12
Died: 1585-06-04
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Andem Som Gjorde Oppror
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Second journey: Visjoner av ev eldgammel Fremtid
"In all the candles that I burn, I see the formations of horizons
dark. And in my mind hear voices cry, so sad. Behind the forests
(what do they hide?). In my nightmares I can see what they hide. So
evil, this place feels familiar in some way. It feels right."
"Still I must live on, create my reality that was, await the death
hour and depart. I can see the everlasting stars reflect themsleves
when I look down upon the surfaces of the bottomless lakes, those all
black lakes, going nowhere, being everywhere. Being the wet houses of
watery ghouls and spirits."