Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Algernon Charles Swinburne Andrew Lang Arcady Austin Dobson BALLADE Banville beauty Behold birds blow blue Brander Matthews breath bright century chant royal Chaucer Clinton Scollard cold dead dear death delight Deschamps doth dreams earth Edmund Gosse ENVOI Prince eyes fain fair Farewell fate flower France François Villon French glow gold golden grace grey hath hear heart heaven hour King kiss L'ENVOI lady laugh light lips live Lord Louis Untermeyer love's lovers lyric maiden Midsummer moon never night o'er play poem poets praise pray Queen rain refrain rhyme Richard Le Gallienne rondeau rondel rose Sestina shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring stanza sweet tears thee Théodore de Banville thine things thou triolet verse Villanelle Villon voice W. E. Henley wind wings youth
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