Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... the Summer Boarder Ballade of August Ballade of Cry- ing for the Moon Ballade of the Forest in Summer Triolet , After Catullus Rondeaux of Cities Ballade of Dime Novels A Ballade of Old Sweet- hearts With Pipe and Book xxii ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.
... the Summer Boarder Ballade of August Ballade of Cry- ing for the Moon Ballade of the Forest in Summer Triolet , After Catullus Rondeaux of Cities Ballade of Dime Novels A Ballade of Old Sweet- hearts With Pipe and Book xxii ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.
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... sweet of youth and green : Such as He is , our Lord He is , I ween ! In this belief I will to live and die . Jean Marot wrote a monologue in which the Virgin spoke ballade - wise on the day of her assumption . In a ballade written by ...
... sweet of youth and green : Such as He is , our Lord He is , I ween ! In this belief I will to live and die . Jean Marot wrote a monologue in which the Virgin spoke ballade - wise on the day of her assumption . In a ballade written by ...
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... sweet , Other delights come mixt with woe , Yes ( my dear Lord ) I've found it so . Pleasure at courts is but in show , With true content in cells we meet ; Yes ( my dear Lord ) I've found it so , No joys but thine are purely sweet . ΧΙ ...
... sweet , Other delights come mixt with woe , Yes ( my dear Lord ) I've found it so . Pleasure at courts is but in show , With true content in cells we meet ; Yes ( my dear Lord ) I've found it so , No joys but thine are purely sweet . ΧΙ ...
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... Sweet PARTHENOPE was walking : O what fortune brought her hither ! She much fairer than that Nymph , Which was beat with rose and lilies . Her cheeks exceed the rose and lilies . I was THEIR HISTORY AND USE 75 Pontus de Tyard Barnabe ...
... Sweet PARTHENOPE was walking : O what fortune brought her hither ! She much fairer than that Nymph , Which was beat with rose and lilies . Her cheeks exceed the rose and lilies . I was THEIR HISTORY AND USE 75 Pontus de Tyard Barnabe ...
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... sweet self ; and à outrance Curse him , High God , with curse ineffable Who could wish evil to the realm of France ! ENVOI Prince , may Eolus forth on winds compel His soul , where , sunk beneath the ocean's swell , The woods of Glaucus ...
... sweet self ; and à outrance Curse him , High God , with curse ineffable Who could wish evil to the realm of France ! ENVOI Prince , may Eolus forth on winds compel His soul , where , sunk beneath the ocean's swell , The woods of Glaucus ...
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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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