Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... soul appear in modified form . Deschamps has a ballade consisting of a conversation between the head and the body . Villon has a ballade which is a Debate between the Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation ...
... soul appear in modified form . Deschamps has a ballade consisting of a conversation between the head and the body . Villon has a ballade which is a Debate between the Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation ...
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... soul of wit . Trissotin Ballades after all , though , seem to be your specialty . Vadius Nobody surpasses you when it comes to filling up lines . They continue to outdo each other ; then : Vadius The first thing you know , people will ...
... soul of wit . Trissotin Ballades after all , though , seem to be your specialty . Vadius Nobody surpasses you when it comes to filling up lines . They continue to outdo each other ; then : Vadius The first thing you know , people will ...
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... soul and body . Ona Qui ayme Dieu , son règne et son empire , Rien désirer ne doibt qu'à son honneur : Et toutesfois l'homme tousiours aspire A son bien propre , à son aise , et bon heur , b Sans adviser si point contemne ou blesse En ...
... soul and body . Ona Qui ayme Dieu , son règne et son empire , Rien désirer ne doibt qu'à son honneur : Et toutesfois l'homme tousiours aspire A son bien propre , à son aise , et bon heur , b Sans adviser si point contemne ou blesse En ...
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... soul shall dwell , Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ! At quiet , in my peaceful cell , I'll think on God , free from your snares ; Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ] Farewell all earthly joys and cares . II I'll seek ...
... soul shall dwell , Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ! At quiet , in my peaceful cell , I'll think on God , free from your snares ; Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ] Farewell all earthly joys and cares . II I'll seek ...
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... Soul at Rest , printed in Once A Week , January 6 , 1872 , to Rizzio's in Both- well , both of which are reprinted in this volume . Speak- ing of the latter , he wrote to Edmund Gosse , " and no- body shall tell me I didn't invent a ...
... Soul at Rest , printed in Once A Week , January 6 , 1872 , to Rizzio's in Both- well , both of which are reprinted in this volume . Speak- ing of the latter , he wrote to Edmund Gosse , " and no- body shall tell me I didn't invent a ...
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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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.