Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... cold . The silver fret - work of the May Is over brook and spring enscrolled , A blazon lovely to behold . Each thing has put on new array : The year has cast its wede away Of rain , of tempest and of cold . This Middle English version ...
... cold . The silver fret - work of the May Is over brook and spring enscrolled , A blazon lovely to behold . Each thing has put on new array : The year has cast its wede away Of rain , of tempest and of cold . This Middle English version ...
121 psl.
... cold , Or to bear harness like strong bulls for hire To the Great Turk for money down be sold ; Or thirty years like Magdalen live sad ,. With neither wool nor web of linen clad ; Drown like Narciss ' , or swing down pendulous Like ...
... cold , Or to bear harness like strong bulls for hire To the Great Turk for money down be sold ; Or thirty years like Magdalen live sad ,. With neither wool nor web of linen clad ; Drown like Narciss ' , or swing down pendulous Like ...
123 psl.
... cold , To fill his belly ; or might he expire Between revolving mill - stones crushed and rolled , Like good Saint Victor ; or in the choking flow Of ocean drown , fate worse than Jonah's know In the great whale ; him from thy light ...
... cold , To fill his belly ; or might he expire Between revolving mill - stones crushed and rolled , Like good Saint Victor ; or in the choking flow Of ocean drown , fate worse than Jonah's know In the great whale ; him from thy light ...
132 psl.
... cold shuddering shade as twilight clears ; When song new - born put off the old world's attire And felt its tune on her changed lips expire , Writ foremost on the roll of them that came Fresh girt for service of the latter lyre , Villon ...
... cold shuddering shade as twilight clears ; When song new - born put off the old world's attire And felt its tune on her changed lips expire , Writ foremost on the roll of them that came Fresh girt for service of the latter lyre , Villon ...
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... cold must their poor bodies wring ! Their blood is iced and curdled to a cake . All hearts shut to them with an iron spring , And unsepúlchered lie they in the brake , Or meadow , where they moulder till they wake . To that stark supper ...
... cold must their poor bodies wring ! Their blood is iced and curdled to a cake . All hearts shut to them with an iron spring , And unsepúlchered lie they in the brake , Or meadow , where they moulder till they wake . To that stark supper ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Andrew Lang Arcady Austin Dobson BALLADE Banville beauty Behold birds blow blue Brander Matthews breath bright century Chant Royal cling Clinton Scollard cold dance dead dear Death delight doth dreams earth Edmund Gosse ENVOI Prince eyes fain fair Farewell fate flower François Villon glow gold golden grace grey hath hear heart heaven hour King kiss L'ENVOI lady laugh life's light lips live Lord Louis Untermeyer love's lovers maid maiden Midsummer moon never night o'er play poem poets praise pray Queen 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 weary wind wings youth
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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.
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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?
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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.