Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation reads : What is't I hear ? - ' Tis I , thy heart , ' tis I That hold but by a thread for frailty , I have nor force nor substance , all drained dry , Since thee thus ...
... Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation reads : What is't I hear ? - ' Tis I , thy heart , ' tis I That hold but by a thread for frailty , I have nor force nor substance , all drained dry , Since thee thus ...
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... hearts do bleed : Some are so frank that they offend : Some waste until they come to need : A promised gift is ill to ... heart it's kenned : Fruit's kept until it rot to seed : The leagured place falls in the end : Folk linger till the ...
... hearts do bleed : Some are so frank that they offend : Some waste until they come to need : A promised gift is ill to ... heart it's kenned : Fruit's kept until it rot to seed : The leagured place falls in the end : Folk linger till the ...
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... heart all else was then disdained . And if by chance the joys of love were gained , Know you how such good hap was entertained ? It lasted on and on , from year to year In good old days . Now all is lost that love of old ordained . We ...
... heart all else was then disdained . And if by chance the joys of love were gained , Know you how such good hap was entertained ? It lasted on and on , from year to year In good old days . Now all is lost that love of old ordained . We ...
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... heart dance With a merry zest ; — Maids in matchless beauty drest , Youths in happy throngs ; - These they set to tempt and test One to write their songs . In old London's wide expanse Built each feathered guest , - Man's small pleasure ...
... heart dance With a merry zest ; — Maids in matchless beauty drest , Youths in happy throngs ; - These they set to tempt and test One to write their songs . In old London's wide expanse Built each feathered guest , - Man's small pleasure ...
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... heart aglow , Doth its enchanting spell With lines recurring throw ; Some weighed with wasting woe , Gay triolets make glad ; But would I choose them ? -no , For me the blithe ballade ! On chant of stately swell With measured feet and ...
... heart aglow , Doth its enchanting spell With lines recurring throw ; Some weighed with wasting woe , Gay triolets make glad ; But would I choose them ? -no , For me the blithe ballade ! On chant of stately swell With measured feet and ...
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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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