La Chanson de Roland E-Book

Léon Gautier

• Herausgeber: Léon Gautier
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Carle our most noble Emperor and King, Hath tarried now full seven years in Spain, Conqu'ring the highland regions to the sea; No fortress stands before him unsubdued, Nor wall, nor city left, to be destroyed, Save Sarraguce, high on a mountain set. There rules the King Marsile who loves not God, Apollo worships and Mohammed serves; Nor can he from his evil doom escape. Aoi.

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Léon Gautier

La Chanson de Roland

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Table of contents

HISTORY OF THE POEM.

MANUSCRIPTS.

SARRAGOSSA.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

COUNCIL OF CHARLEMAGNE ATCORDOBA.

VIII.

IX.

X.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

XVII.

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

5.

XXIV.

XXV.

XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

THE EMBASSY AND CRIME OF GANELON.

XXIX.

XXX.

XXXI.

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

XXXVI.

XXXVII.

XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

XLIV.

XLV.

XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLIX.

L.

LI.

LII.

LIII.

LIV.

LV.

THE REAR GUARD.

ROLLÁND DOOMED TO DEATH.

LVI.

LVII.

LVIII.

LIX.

LX.

LXI.

LXII.

LXIII.

LXIV.

LXV.

LXVI.

LXVII.

LXVIII.

LXIX.

LXX.

LXXI.

LXXII.

LXXIII.

LXXIV.

LXXV.

LXXVI.

LXXVII.

LXXVIII.

LXXIX.

LXXX.

PRELUDE TO THE GREAT BATTLE.

LXXXI.

LXXXII.

LXXXIII.

ROLAND'S PRIDE.

LXXXIV.

LXXXV.

LXXXVI.

LXXXVII.

LXXXVIII.

LXXXIX.

XC.

XCI.

XCII.

XCIII.

THE MELEE.

XCIV.

XCV.

XCVI.

XCVII.

XCVIII.

XCIX.

C.

CI.

CII.

CIII.

CIV.

CV.

CVI.

CVII.

CVIII.

CIX.

CX.

CXI.

CXII.

CXIII.

CXIV.

CXV.

CXVI.

CXVII.

CXVIII.

CXIX.

CXX.

CXXI.

CXXII.

CXXIII.

CXXIV.

CXXV.

CXXVI.

CXXVII.

CXXVIII.

CXXIX.

THE HORN.

CXXX.

CXXXI.

CXXXII.

CXXXIII.

CXXXIV.

CXXXV.

CXXXVI.

CXXXVII.

CXXXVIII.

CXXXIX.

CXL.

CXLI.

THE ROUT.

CXLII.

CXLIII.

CXLIV.

CXLV.

OLIVIER'S DEATH.

CXLVI.

CXLVII.

CXLVIII.

CXLIX.

CL.

CLI.

CLII.

CLIII.

CLIV.

CLV.

CHARLEMAGNE APPROACHES.

CLVI.

CLVII.

CLVIII.

CLIX.

CLX.

CLXI.

CLXII.

THE LAST BENEDICTION OF THE ARCHBISHOP.

CLXIII.

CLXIV.

CLXV.

CLXVI.

CLXVII.

CLXVIII.

CLXIX.

ROLAND'S DEATH.

CLXX.

CLXXI.

CLXXII.

CLXXIII.

CLXXIV.

CLXXV.

CLXXVI.

CLXXVII.

CLXXVIII.

THE CHASTISEMENT OF THE SARACENS.

CLXXIX.

CLXXX.

CLXXXI.

CLXXXII.

CLXXXIII.

CLXXXIV.

CLXXXV.

CLXXXVI.

CLXXXVII.

CLXXXVIII.

CLXXXIX.

CXC.

CXCI.

CXCII.

CXCIII.

CXCIV.

CXCV.

CXCVI.

CXCVII.

CXCVIII.

CXCIX.

CC.

CCI.

CCII.

CCIII.

CCIV.

CCV.

CCVI.

CCVII.

CCVIII.

CCIX.

CCX.

CCXI.

CCXII.

CCXIII.

CCXIV.

CCXV.

CCXVI.

CCXVII.

CCXVIII.

CCXIX.

CCXX.

CCXXI.

CCXXII.

CCXXIII.

CCXXIV.

CCXXV.

CCXXVI.

CCXXVII.

CCXXVIII.

CCXXIX.

CCXXX.

CCXXXI.

CCXXXII.

CCXXXIII.

CCXXXIV.

CCXXXV.

CCXXXVI.

CCXXXVII.

CCXXXVIII.

CCXXXIX.

CCXL.

CCXLI.

CCXLII.

CCXLIII.

CCXLIV.

CCXLV.

CCXLVI.

CCXLVII.

CCXLVIII.

CCXLIX.

CCL.

CCLI.

CCLII.

CCLIII.

CCLIV.

CCLV.

CCLVI.

CCLVII.

CCLVIII.

CCLIX.

CCLX.

CCLXI.

CCLXII.

CCLXIII.

CCLXIV.

CCLXV.

CCLXVI.

CCLXVII.

CCLXVIII.

CCLXIX.

THE PUNISHMENT OF GANELON.

CCLXX.

CCLXXI.

CCLXXII.

CCLXXIII.

CCLXXIV.

CCLXXV.

CCLXXVI.

CCLXXVII.

CCLXXVIII.

CLXXIX.

CCLXXX.

CCLXXXI.

CCLXXXII.

CCLXXXIII.

CCLXXXIV.

CCLXXXV.

CCLXXXVI.

CCLXXXVII.

CCLXXXVIII.

CCLXXXIX.

CCXC.

CCXCI.

CCXCII.

THE END OF THE CHANSON.

CCXCIII.

FOOTNOTES

HISTORY OF THE POEM.

On the 15th of August, 778, in a little Pyrenean Valley, still known in our days by the name of Ronceval, a terrible event took place. Charlemagne, returning from his expedition to Spain, crossed that valley and the Pyrenees, leaving his rear-guard in command of Roland, Prefect of the Marches of Brittany. His main army had passed unmolested; but at the moment when the rear-guard advanced into the defiles of the mountain, thousands of Gascons rushed from their ambush, fell upon the French army and slaughtered the whole guard to the last man. So perished Roland.Eginhard, the historian of Charlemagne, terminates his narrative with these words: "The House-intendant, (Regiæ mensæ præpositus), Eggihard, Anselm, Count of the Palace, Roland, Prefect of the Marches of Brittany (Hruolandus britannici limitis præfectus), with many more, perished in the fight. It was not possible to take revenge on the spot. The treacherous attempt once perpetrated, the enemy dispersed and left no trace." (Eginhard's Life of Charlemagne, Vol. I., p. 31; edition of the Société de l'histoire de France.)From the moment of the defeat of Ronceval, legend commenced its labor upon this truly epic event which, in its origin, is absolutely French, but has found its echoes throughout Europe, from Iceland to Eastern regions.The commentators generally agree in dating the composition of the Poem before the first crusade in the year 1096. The author, it is ascertained, was Norman, the dialect used by him being Norman throughout. Whether this author was really Turoldus, named in the last line of the Poem, is a point which Léon Gautier refuses to affirm. We refer the reader to the very interesting preface of Genin, and to the learned introductions of Léon Gautier, for more complete information.The word "Aoi," which is placed at the end of every stanza, and found in no other ancient French poems, is interpreted differently by the commentators. M. Francisque Michel assimilated it at first to the termination of an ecclesiastical chant—Preface, xxvii.—and later to the Saxon Abeg, or the English Away, as a sort of refrain which the "jongleur" repeated at the end of the couplets. M. Génin explains it by ad viam, a vei, avoie, away! it is done, let us go on!M. Gautier, with his skeptical honesty, declares the word unexplained. See Note 9, p. 4, of his seventh edition.

MANUSCRIPTS.

The most complete and ancient is that of Oxford, in the Bodleian Library, marked "Digby, 23," a copy of the XIIth. century. All others are Rifaccimenti, Refashionings.Two in Venice, in St. Mark Library, XIIIth. century; French MSS., No. 4 & 7.In the National Library, Paris, No. 860, XIIIth. century.The Versailles MS., now deposited in the Library of Chateauroux, a copy of which is in Paris Nat. Library; 15, 108; XIIIth. century.In the Lyons Library, 964; XIVth. century.In Cambridge, Trinity Collage, R. 3-32; XVIth. century.One called the Lorrain, a fragment found near Metz.The Karlomagnus Saga, an Icelandic copy of the Oxford MS.; XIIIth. century.In M. Petit de Julleville's Introduction to his version can be found a chronological list of the works which concern the "CHANSON DE ROLAND," the translations of it, and dissertations on the subject in France and Germany.There are twenty-one translations in different languages:Four in German, by Th. Müller, Hertz, Boehmer, Eug. Kölbing.One in Polish, by Mad. Duchinska.One in Danish, by Unger.One in Icelandish, Karlomagnus' Saga.Twelve in French, by Francisque Michel, Bourdillon, Delécluze, Génin, P. Paris, Vitet, Jônain, de Saint-Albin, d'Avril, Petit de Julleville, Lehugeur and Léon Gautier, of whose translation seven editions were issued.Two in English, one in England by J. O'Hagan, and one in America, the latest and present one.Besides, a version from Vitet's French paraphrase, by Mrs. Marsh.

SARRAGOSSA.

COUNCIL HELD BY KING MARSILE.

I.

Carle our most noble Emperor and King, Hath tarried now full seven years in Spain, Conqu'ring the highland regions to the sea; No fortress stands before him unsubdued, Nor wall, nor city left, to be destroyed, Save Sarraguce, high on a mountain set. There rules the King Marsile who loves not God, Apollo worships and Mohammed serves; Nor can he from his evil doom escape. Aoi.

II.

The King Marsile abides in Sarraguce Where underneath an orchard's leafy shade, Upon a terrace with blue marble paved He rests. Around him twenty thousand men And more are ranked. His Dukes and Counts he calls: "Oyez, Seigneurs, what gath'ring ills are ours: Great Carle, the Emperor who rules Sweet France Comes to this land to 'whelm us with his might. To give him battle I no army have, Nor people to array against his host: Your counsel give me, Lords, as my wise men, And so defend your King from death and shame;" But answer none a single Pagan gave, Save Blancandrin del Castel Val-Fondé. Aoi.

III.

Blancandrin, 'midst the wisest Pagans wise, Who, in his vassalage a valiant knight, Most prudent counsels gave to help his lord, Said to the King:—"Be not by this dismayed! To Carle the proud, the fierce, send messengers With words of faith and love. Send to him gifts Of bears and lions, packs of dogs; present Seven hundred camels also, fifty score Of molted

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falcons, and four hundred mules With heavy weight of gold and silver packed; Then fifty chariots with their burthens heaped: Well can this treasure all his soldiers pay. Within this land he long enough has camped. To France—to Aix let him at last return; There will you join him on Saint-Michael's feast, Accept the Christian law, and swear to be His man in faith and honor. Should he ask Hostages, ten or twenty grant, to lure His trust; let us send our wives' sons. Mine—although He die, I give. Far better that their heads Should fall than we lose honor and domain, Than we ourselves to beggary be brought." Aoi.