Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527페이지 |
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... golden sandal shoe me , Dionysos pour me his purpling wine , That forgotten snatch will still pursue me And chafe my spirit and chill my spine : For lo ! when one of the Muses nine , Descending stoops to a clownish brain , She expects ...
... golden sandal shoe me , Dionysos pour me his purpling wine , That forgotten snatch will still pursue me And chafe my spirit and chill my spine : For lo ! when one of the Muses nine , Descending stoops to a clownish brain , She expects ...
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... golden in the morning gay ; Within this ancient garden grey Are clusters such as no man knows , Where Moor and Soldan bear the sway : This is King Louis ' orchard close . These wretched folk wave overhead , With such strange thoughts as ...
... golden in the morning gay ; Within this ancient garden grey Are clusters such as no man knows , Where Moor and Soldan bear the sway : This is King Louis ' orchard close . These wretched folk wave overhead , With such strange thoughts as ...
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... golden morn Scarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years , First of us all and sweetest singer born Whose far shrill note the world of new men hears Cleave the cold shuddering shade as twilight clears ; When song new - born put off the ...
... golden morn Scarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years , First of us all and sweetest singer born Whose far shrill note the world of new men hears Cleave the cold shuddering shade as twilight clears ; When song new - born put off the ...
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... golden tomb : Here in spirit now I stand and mourn at thine . Yet no breath of death strikes thence , no shadow of gloom , Only light more bright than gold of the inmost mine , Only steam of incense warm from love's own shrine . Not the ...
... golden tomb : Here in spirit now I stand and mourn at thine . Yet no breath of death strikes thence , no shadow of gloom , Only light more bright than gold of the inmost mine , Only steam of incense warm from love's own shrine . Not the ...
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... golden shrine ; Ah ! faded goddess , thou wert held divine When we were young ! But now each laurelled head Has fallen , and fallen the ancient glorious line ; The last is gone , since Banville too is dead . Peace , peace a moment ...
... golden shrine ; Ah ! faded goddess , thou wert held divine When we were young ! But now each laurelled head Has fallen , and fallen the ancient glorious line ; The last is gone , since Banville too is dead . Peace , peace a moment ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Andrew Andrew Lang Arcady Austin Dobson ballade beauty Behold bird blue Book Brander Matthews breath bright Bunner century chant royal Charles d'Orléans Chaucer Clinton Scollard dance dead dear death Deschamps doth dreams earth Edmund Gosse ENVOI Prince eyes fain fair Farewell flower fourteenth France François Villon French glow gold golden grace grey hath hear heart heaven King kiss lady laugh light lips live Lord Louis Louis Untermeyer love's lovers lyric maid Middle English Midsummer never night o'er play poem poetic poetry poets praise pray Queen refrain rhyme rondeau Rondeau Redoublé Rondel rose sestinas shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring stanza sweet thee Théodore de Banville thine things thou triolet verse Villanelle W. E. Henley wind wings words wrote youth
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492 페이지 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
370 페이지 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
493 페이지 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, — She whose beauty was more than human ? . . . But where are the snows of yester-year ? TRANSLATIONS FROM VILLON.
373 페이지 - A BABY'S feet, like sea-shells pink, •^^ Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet. Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower-bells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet.
480 페이지 - Galleth the crook of the young man's elbow; / forget not, for I that youth have been. Smith was aforetime the Lothario gay. Yet once, I mind me, Smith was forced to stay Close in his room. Not calm, as I, was he; But his noise brought no pleasaunce, verily. Small ease he gat of playing on the bones, Or hammering on his stove-pipe, that I see. Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones!
41 페이지 - Stryve noght, as doth the crokke with the wal. Daunte thy-self, that dauntest otheres dede; And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede.
477 페이지 - Curly locks! Curly locks! Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, Sugar and cream.
68 페이지 - Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe, That hast this wintres weders over-snake. Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte, Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make; Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake; Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe. That hast this wintres weders over-shake. And driven awey the longe nightes blake...
459 페이지 - It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another — likely not so good ; But what you're after is to turn 'em all.
480 페이지 - ... requisite tin For ransom of their salesman, that he may Go forth as other boarders go alway — As those I hear now flocking from their tea, Led by the daughter of my landlady Pianoward. This day for all my moans, Dry bread and water have been served me.