Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... sleeping cat . The inoffensive cat is Marot ; the bird of prey is Sagon . One of the favorite diversions of aristocratic society in the fifteenth century was the cultivation of courtly love , the code of which had been developing since ...
... sleeping cat . The inoffensive cat is Marot ; the bird of prey is Sagon . One of the favorite diversions of aristocratic society in the fifteenth century was the cultivation of courtly love , the code of which had been developing since ...
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... sleep in this thrice happy garden . Another one of his sestinas invokes the assistance of Echo , with what results the first stanza of the poem shows . Echo ! What shall I do to my Nymph when I go to behold her ? ECHO , Hold her ! So ...
... sleep in this thrice happy garden . Another one of his sestinas invokes the assistance of Echo , with what results the first stanza of the poem shows . Echo ! What shall I do to my Nymph when I go to behold her ? ECHO , Hold her ! So ...
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... Sleep To Tamaris MATHESON , ANNIE Rondeau . MATTHEWS , BRANDER 362 343 338 Les Morts Vont Vite 366 Sub Rosa . 351 The Old and the New 360 MCCARTHY , JUSTIN HUNTLEY If I Were King 345 Love in London 346 McCrae , John In Flanders Fields ...
... Sleep To Tamaris MATHESON , ANNIE Rondeau . MATTHEWS , BRANDER 362 343 338 Les Morts Vont Vite 366 Sub Rosa . 351 The Old and the New 360 MCCARTHY , JUSTIN HUNTLEY If I Were King 345 Love in London 346 McCrae , John In Flanders Fields ...
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... sleep and laughter bright as wine , Flushed and filled with fragrant fire his lyric line . As the sea - shell utters , like a stricken chord , Music uttering all the sea's within it stored , Poet well - beloved , whose praise our sorrow ...
... sleep and laughter bright as wine , Flushed and filled with fragrant fire his lyric line . As the sea - shell utters , like a stricken chord , Music uttering all the sea's within it stored , Poet well - beloved , whose praise our sorrow ...
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... Sleep through the silent days- For God will have it so ! The bard , whose requiem o'er And o'er the sad sea plays , Who sang of classic lore , Of Mab , the queen of fays- And Keats , fair Adonais , The child of song and woe , No longer ...
... Sleep through the silent days- For God will have it so ! The bard , whose requiem o'er And o'er the sad sea plays , Who sang of classic lore , Of Mab , the queen of fays- And Keats , fair Adonais , The child of song and woe , No longer ...
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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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