William IX of Aquitaine

1071 - 1126  (54 years)

• Name	William IX of Aquitaine
  Birth	22 Oct 1071  [1, 2]
  Gender	Male
  Death	10 Feb 1126  [1]
  Alternate death	10 Feb 1127  [2, 3]
  Person ID	I211	Ancestry of PNH, TNH, and others | Ancestor of AP, Ancestor of DDB, Ancestor of DGH, Ancestor of DK, Ancestor of EK, Ancestor of JMF, Ancestor of JTS, Ancestor of LDN, Ancestor of LMW, Ancestor of TNH, Ancestor of TSW, Ancestor of TWK, Ancestor of UKL, Ancestor of WPF
  Last Modified	4 Apr 2018

  
  

  Father	Guy-Geoffrey of Poitou,   b. Abt 1024   d. 25 Sep 1086, Chizé, Deux-Sèvres, Poitou-Charentes, France (Age ~ 62 years)
  Mother	Hildegarde of Burgundy,   b. Abt 1050   d. Aft 1104 (Age ~ 55 years)
  Marriage	1069  [2]
  Family ID	F3924	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family 1	Dangereuse,   b. Abt 1079   d. Aft 1119 (Age ~ 41 years)
  Family ID	F5141	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	17 Nov 2017

  
  

  Family 2	Philippa of Toulouse   d. 28 Nov 1117
  Marriage	1094  [1, 2]
  Children	+ 1. Agnes of Aquitaine + 2. William X of Aquitaine,   b. 1099   d. 26 Mar 1136, Santiago de Compostela, Galicia, Spain (Age 37 years) + 3. Agnes of Aquitaine,   b. Abt 1105   d. Abt 1159 (Age ~ 54 years)
  Family ID	F4013	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	29 Nov 2015

  
  

• Notes

  Also called Guilhèm de Peitieus; Guillaume de Poitiers. Duke of Aquitaine; also, as William VII, Count of Poitou. A leader of the Crusade of 1101, he is much more famous as the first troubador poet whose work has survived. "Ab la dolcher del temps novel" By William IX, Duke of Aquitaine Out of the sweetness of the spring, The branches leaf, the small birds sing, Each one chanting in its own speech, Forming the verse of its new song, Then is it good a man should reach For that for which he most does long. From finest sweetest place I see No messenger, no word for me, So my heart can't laugh or rest, And I don't dare try my hand, Until I know, and can attest, That all things are as I demand. This love of ours it seems to be Like a twig on a hawthorn tree That on the tree trembles there All night, in rain and frost it grieves, Till morning, when the rays appear Among the branches and the leaves. So the memory of that dawn to me When we ended our hostility, And a most precious gift she gave, Her loving friendship and her ring: Let me live long enough, I pray, Beneath her cloak my hand to bring. I've no fear that tongues too free Might part me from Sweet Company, I know with words how they can stray In gossip, yet that's a fact of life: No matter if others boast of love, We have the loaf, we have the knife! Translated by A. S. Kline. © 2009; All Rights Reserved. This work may be freely reproduced, stored, and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. "For any of the later Provençals, i.e., the high-brows, we have to...'put ourselves into the Twelfth Century' etc. Guillaume, writing a century earlier, is just as much of our age as of his own." [Ezra Pound, The Spirit of Romance] And Poictiers, you know, Guillaume Poictiers, had brought the song up out of Spain with the singers and viels... [Ezra Pound, Canto VIII]

  
  

• Sources

  [S142] Royal Ancestry: A Study in Colonial and Medieval Families by Douglas Richardson. Salt Lake City, 2013. [S145] Ancestral Roots of Certain American Colonists Who Came to America Before 1700 by Frederick Lewis Weis and Walter Lee Sheppard, Jr. 8th edition, William R. Beall & Kaleen E. Beall, eds. Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Company, 2004, 2006, 2008. [S160] Wikipedia.