Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... 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 - but Yesterday ! " ENVOY Youth , take heed to the prayer of these ! Many there be by the dusty way , - Many that ...
... 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 - but Yesterday ! " ENVOY Youth , take heed to the prayer of these ! Many there be by the dusty way , - Many that ...
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... hope I have kept to the rules . When your brain is undoubtedly small , ' Tis hard , sir , to write in a row , Some five or six rhymes to Nepaul , And more than a dozen to Joe : The metre is easier though , Three rhymes are sufficient ...
... hope I have kept to the rules . When your brain is undoubtedly small , ' Tis hard , sir , to write in a row , Some five or six rhymes to Nepaul , And more than a dozen to Joe : The metre is easier though , Three rhymes are sufficient ...
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... hope's least glance , For worthless is he to get good of us , Who could wish evil to the state of France ! Algernon Charles Swinburne BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE 0 ( François Villon ) may he meet with dragons belching fire ...
... hope's least glance , For worthless is he to get good of us , Who could wish evil to the state of France ! Algernon Charles Swinburne BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE 0 ( François Villon ) may he meet with dragons belching fire ...
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... hope can fall - in him what good can dwell Who could wish evil to the realm of France ! Richard Le Gallienne EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM which Villon made for himself and his friends , waiting to be hanged with them . Brothers among men who ...
... hope can fall - in him what good can dwell Who could wish evil to the realm of France ! Richard Le Gallienne EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM which Villon made for himself and his friends , waiting to be hanged with them . Brothers among men who ...
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... hope of true love's meed to get ; Know that Love writes it in his book ; for why , This is the end for which we twain are met . Mine own heart's lady with no gainsayings You shall be always wholly till I die ; And in my right against ...
... hope of true love's meed to get ; Know that Love writes it in his book ; for why , This is the end for which we twain are met . Mine own heart's lady with no gainsayings You shall be always wholly till I die ; And in my right against ...
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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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