Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... Kiss ' ROBINSON , EDWIN MEADE In Visionshire ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL To Death , Of His Lady ( Villon ) SCOLLARD , CLINTON At Peep of Dawn Vis Erotis 364 338 354 367 354 339 SEAMAN , SIR OWEN To Austin Dobson . After Himself . ( Rondeau ...
... Kiss ' ROBINSON , EDWIN MEADE In Visionshire ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL To Death , Of His Lady ( Villon ) SCOLLARD , CLINTON At Peep of Dawn Vis Erotis 364 338 354 367 354 339 SEAMAN , SIR OWEN To Austin Dobson . After Himself . ( Rondeau ...
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... kisses ; when light fame Spurned like a ball and haled through brake and briar , Villon , our sad bad glad mad brother's name ! Poor splendid wings so frayed and soiled and torn ! Poor kind wild eyes so dashed with light quick tears ...
... kisses ; when light fame Spurned like a ball and haled through brake and briar , Villon , our sad bad glad mad brother's name ! Poor splendid wings so frayed and soiled and torn ! Poor kind wild eyes so dashed with light quick tears ...
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... kiss , whatever hour be set Wherein all hours attain to harvesting , — So very lightly Love runs into debt . James Branch Cabell BALLADE OF WOMEN ( Théodore de Banville ) My friend , from China to Peru , And where the Baltic breezes ...
... kiss , whatever hour be set Wherein all hours attain to harvesting , — So very lightly Love runs into debt . James Branch Cabell BALLADE OF WOMEN ( Théodore de Banville ) My friend , from China to Peru , And where the Baltic breezes ...
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... kisses to bless as of yore ? For the wind , with his wings half open , at pause in the sky , neither fettered nor free , Leans waveward and flutters the ripple of laughter ; and fain Iwould the twain of us be Where lightly the wave ...
... kisses to bless as of yore ? For the wind , with his wings half open , at pause in the sky , neither fettered nor free , Leans waveward and flutters the ripple of laughter ; and fain Iwould the twain of us be Where lightly the wave ...
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... kiss The whiter bones of Charlemain ? Our crownless heads sleep sweet as his , Now all your victories are in vain . All ye who fell that summer's day When Athens lost Amphipolis , Who blinded by the briny spray Fell dead i ' the sea at ...
... kiss The whiter bones of Charlemain ? Our crownless heads sleep sweet as his , Now all your victories are in vain . All ye who fell that summer's day When Athens lost Amphipolis , Who blinded by the briny spray Fell dead i ' the sea at ...
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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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