Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... composed of three stanzas of eight lines and an envoy of four , and that it is necessary for Cyrano to take great care in choosing the rhymes in advance , because no new rhymes can be introduced after the three appearing in the first ...
... composed of three stanzas of eight lines and an envoy of four , and that it is necessary for Cyrano to take great care in choosing the rhymes in advance , because no new rhymes can be introduced after the three appearing in the first ...
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... composed of single lines of text alternating with the refrain . In course of time the number of lines was in all likelihood increased , and one or more of them made to rhyme with the refrain . This process went on , no doubt , because ...
... composed of single lines of text alternating with the refrain . In course of time the number of lines was in all likelihood increased , and one or more of them made to rhyme with the refrain . This process went on , no doubt , because ...
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... composed be- fore the middle of the thirteenth century , were , some of them , three - stanza poems with refrains , but they presented the additional feature of identical rhymes run- ning through all three stanzas . They incorporated ...
... composed be- fore the middle of the thirteenth century , were , some of them , three - stanza poems with refrains , but they presented the additional feature of identical rhymes run- ning through all three stanzas . They incorporated ...
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... composed about twelve hundred bal- lades , the greater number of which showed the one - line refrain . In Li Regret Guillaume , the hero , who is a trouvère , is represented as hastening to a puy d'amour in order to submit a love song ...
... composed about twelve hundred bal- lades , the greater number of which showed the one - line refrain . In Li Regret Guillaume , the hero , who is a trouvère , is represented as hastening to a puy d'amour in order to submit a love song ...
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... poets , were held first in dig- nity . In this puy at Arras , the president of the associa- tion was called " Prince , " and to him , as representing the whole corporation , the envoys of poems , composed THEIR HISTORY AND USE 11.
... poets , were held first in dig- nity . In this puy at Arras , the president of the associa- tion was called " Prince , " and to him , as representing the whole corporation , the envoys of poems , composed THEIR HISTORY AND USE 11.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Andrew Andrew Lang Arcady Austin Dobson beauty Behold birds blow blue Book Brander Matthews breath bright Bunner century chant royal Charles d'Orléans Chaucer Clinton Scollard cold dance dawn dear Death Deschamps doth dreams earth Edmund Gosse English ENVOI Prince eyes fain fair Farewell fate flower 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 Midsummer never night o'er play poem poetry poets praise pray Queen refrain rhyme rondeau Rondeau Redoublé Rondel rose sestinas shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring stanza sweet tears thee Théodore de Banville thine things thou triolet Untermeyer verse Villanelle voice W. E. Henley wind wings words youth
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