Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... Youth the Town We'll Walk the Woods No More Since I Am Sworn to Live My Life Ballade of Fog in the Cañon Ballade of the Cognoscenti Chant Royal of California Chant Royal of the True Romance Rondeau : Oh , in My Dreams I Flew A Daughter ...
... Youth the Town We'll Walk the Woods No More Since I Am Sworn to Live My Life Ballade of Fog in the Cañon Ballade of the Cognoscenti Chant Royal of California Chant Royal of the True Romance Rondeau : Oh , in My Dreams I Flew A Daughter ...
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... 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 his son ...
... 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 his son ...
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... Youth and Age 256 . LANG , ANDREW Ballade à Double Refrain Ballade of the Real and Ideal MATTHEWS , BRANDER Rain and Shine ROBINSON , EDWIN MEADE TAYLOR , B. L. 258 255 253 Ballade of Death and Time 259 WELLS , CAROLYN Ballade of Wisdom ...
... Youth and Age 256 . LANG , ANDREW Ballade à Double Refrain Ballade of the Real and Ideal MATTHEWS , BRANDER Rain and Shine ROBINSON , EDWIN MEADE TAYLOR , B. L. 258 255 253 Ballade of Death and Time 259 WELLS , CAROLYN Ballade of Wisdom ...
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... Youth and Age CABELL , JAMES BRANCH 457 The Conqueror Passes 446 GOSSE , EDMUND Sestina 445 KIPLING , RUDYARD Sestina of the Tramp - Royal . 458 ROBINSON , A. MARY F. Pulvis et Umbra 454 SCOLLARD , CLINTON Cupid and the Shepherd 455 ...
... Youth and Age CABELL , JAMES BRANCH 457 The Conqueror Passes 446 GOSSE , EDMUND Sestina 445 KIPLING , RUDYARD Sestina of the Tramp - Royal . 458 ROBINSON , A. MARY F. Pulvis et Umbra 454 SCOLLARD , CLINTON Cupid and the Shepherd 455 ...
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... Youth , take heed to the prayer of these ! Many there be by the dusty way , — Many that cry to the rocks and seas " Give us - ah ! give us - but Yesterday ! " Austin Dobson TO AUSTIN DOBSON * From the sunny climes of France 115.
... Youth , take heed to the prayer of these ! Many there be by the dusty way , — Many that cry to the rocks and seas " Give us - ah ! give us - but Yesterday ! " Austin Dobson TO AUSTIN DOBSON * From the sunny climes of France 115.
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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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