Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their Use |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ballade beauty birds blow blue breath bright bring century Charles cold comes dead dear death deep Dobson dreams earth English ENVOY eyes face fair fall fate fear feet fire flower follow France French give glow gold golden grace green grows hand hath head hear heart heaven hold hope hour King kiss lady land laugh leaves light lips live Lord lost lovers never night once pass play poem poets praise pray Prince Publishers Queen refrain rest rhyme rondeau rose shine sigh sing sleep song soul spring stanza summer sweet tears thee things thou thought triolet true turn verse Villanelle Villon voice wind wings wonder write young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
41 psl. - No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears, Of pain, darkness, and cold.
370 psl. - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
493 psl. - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, She whose beauty was more than human ? . . . But where are the snows of yester-year ? TRANSLATIONS FROM VILLON.
68 psl. - Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe. That hast this wintres weders over-shake. And driven awey the longe nightes blake...
438 psl. - THE HOUSE ON THE HILL THEY are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill : There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray Around the sunken sill?
41 psl. - Stryve noght, as doth the crokke with the wal. Daunte thy-self, that dauntest otheres dede; And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede.
125 psl. - For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall; We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead, But pray to God that he forgive us all. The rain has washed and laundered us all five, And the sun dried and blackened; yea, perdie, Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee Our beards and eyebrows; never are we free, Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped, Drive at its wild will by the wind's change led, More pecked of birds than fruits on garden...
66 psl. - Your yen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene.
311 psl. - We'll to the woods and gather may Fresh from the footprints of the rain; We'll to the woods, at every vein To drink the spirit of the day. 'The winds of spring are out at play, The needs of spring in heart and brain. We'll to the woods and gather mayFresh from the footprints of the rain.
481 psl. - Thy too thick buckwheats, and thy tea too thin. Ay! here I dare thee, ready for the fray! Thou dost not " keep a first-class house," I say ! It does not with the advertisements agree.