Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... Triolet Ernest * Arthur Cooper Compton- Rickett Our Poets at School A Roundel O Winds that Wail Constable and * Lady Selected Poems Ballade of the Company Margaret Sackville Journey's End * Dodd , Mead * Carolyn Baubles Ballade of and ...
... Triolet Ernest * Arthur Cooper Compton- Rickett Our Poets at School A Roundel O Winds that Wail Constable and * Lady Selected Poems Ballade of the Company Margaret Sackville Journey's End * Dodd , Mead * Carolyn Baubles Ballade of and ...
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... Things That Remain Ballade of the Unchanging Beauty * Don Marquis Dreams and Chant of the Dust Changing Hours ' King Pandion , He Is Dead ' The Rondeau The Triolet Publisher Author Book * Doubleday , * Don The Old ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ix.
... Things That Remain Ballade of the Unchanging Beauty * Don Marquis Dreams and Chant of the Dust Changing Hours ' King Pandion , He Is Dead ' The Rondeau The Triolet Publisher Author Book * Doubleday , * Don The Old ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ix.
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... Triolet Including Horace A Burlesque Rondo * Louis Untermeyer * Louis Untermeyer A Complacent Rondeau Redoublé Lugubrious Villanelle of Platitudes A Rondeau of Remorse Fortunate Love Harper & Brothers * Burges Johnson Bashful Ballads ...
... Triolet Including Horace A Burlesque Rondo * Louis Untermeyer * Louis Untermeyer A Complacent Rondeau Redoublé Lugubrious Villanelle of Platitudes A Rondeau of Remorse Fortunate Love Harper & Brothers * Burges Johnson Bashful Ballads ...
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... Triolet Triolet * Brander Matthews * Brander Matthews Fugitives from Justice A Ballade of Midsummer An American Girl Les Morts Vont Vite Rain and Shine Sub Rosa The Ballade of Adaptation The Old and the New August The Ballade of Fact ...
... Triolet Triolet * Brander Matthews * Brander Matthews Fugitives from Justice A Ballade of Midsummer An American Girl Les Morts Vont Vite Rain and Shine Sub Rosa The Ballade of Adaptation The Old and the New August The Ballade of Fact ...
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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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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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