Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... hand in hand with the dance would naturally be adapted to the music . The repeti- tion of a favorite tune would compel those supplying the words to furnish successive line groups necessarily alike in structure . To provide variety , the ...
... hand in hand with the dance would naturally be adapted to the music . The repeti- tion of a favorite tune would compel those supplying the words to furnish successive line groups necessarily alike in structure . To provide variety , the ...
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... hand in the fight and Sagon seems to have gone down , under the cumulative abuse of Marot and his supporters . Treatises on poetry , called at the time l'arts de seconde rhétorique , were numerously produced in the fifteenth century ...
... hand in the fight and Sagon seems to have gone down , under the cumulative abuse of Marot and his supporters . Treatises on poetry , called at the time l'arts de seconde rhétorique , were numerously produced in the fifteenth century ...
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... hand on ballades based on this idea . Then eleven of his friends took up the idea and de- veloped it . In the fifteenth century , when a number of very dif- ferent ideas were finding expression in ballades , there was also great variety ...
... hand on ballades based on this idea . Then eleven of his friends took up the idea and de- veloped it . In the fifteenth century , when a number of very dif- ferent ideas were finding expression in ballades , there was also great variety ...
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... whom all sinners lift their hands on high , Made whole in faith through Thee their go - between . In this belief I will to live and die . ENVOI Thou didst conceive , Princess most bright of sheen 24 LYRIC FORMS FROM FRANCE.
... whom all sinners lift their hands on high , Made whole in faith through Thee their go - between . In this belief I will to live and die . ENVOI Thou didst conceive , Princess most bright of sheen 24 LYRIC FORMS FROM FRANCE.
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... hand - to - mouth wisdom of proverbs , satire mordant and mild , the chronicle of marching events , aristocratic politics , -all these subjects were accepted as within the proper scope of the ballade . Of particular interest , too , is ...
... hand - to - mouth wisdom of proverbs , satire mordant and mild , the chronicle of marching events , aristocratic politics , -all these subjects were accepted as within the proper scope of the ballade . Of particular interest , too , is ...
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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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