Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... 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 lonely and forlorn I see , Like a poor cur , curled up all shiveringly . How comes it thus ...
... 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 lonely and forlorn I see , Like a poor cur , curled up all shiveringly . How comes it thus ...
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... Hear us , O Knights magnanimous ! " ( But the knights pricked on in their panoplies . ) Nothing they gat or of hope or ease , But only to beat on the breast and say : — “ Life we drank to the dregs and lees ; Give us ― ah ! give us ...
... Hear us , O Knights magnanimous ! " ( But the knights pricked on in their panoplies . ) Nothing they gat or of hope or ease , But only to beat on the breast and say : — “ Life we drank to the dregs and lees ; Give us ― ah ! give us ...
127 psl.
... hears them pray ) New legions of an army dread , Now down the blue sky flames the day ; The dew dries off ; the foul array Of obscene ravens gathers and goes , With wings that flap and beaks that flay : This is King Louis ' orchard ...
... hears them pray ) New legions of an army dread , Now down the blue sky flames the day ; The dew dries off ; the foul array Of obscene ravens gathers and goes , With wings that flap and beaks that flay : This is King Louis ' orchard ...
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... hears Cleave the 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 ...
... hears Cleave the 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 ...
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... hears , His song up - soaring from the listening vale , Hark ! To the stars he loves , his radiant peers , Deep in the forest sings the nightingale . Swift spells of love her maiden spirit sway , Her lovely body thrills in passion's ...
... hears , His song up - soaring from the listening vale , Hark ! To the stars he loves , his radiant peers , Deep in the forest sings the nightingale . Swift spells of love her maiden spirit sway , Her lovely body thrills in passion's ...
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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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