Lyric Forms from France: Their History and Their UseHarcourt, Brace, 1922 - 527 psl. |
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... soul appear in modified form . Deschamps has a ballade consisting of a conversation between the head and the body . Villon has a ballade which is a Debate between the Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation ...
... soul appear in modified form . Deschamps has a ballade consisting of a conversation between the head and the body . Villon has a ballade which is a Debate between the Heart and the Body , the first stanza of which in Payne's translation ...
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... soul of all that sigh May merit Heaven . ' Tis sooth I say , for e'en In this belief I will to live and die . Say to Thy Son I am His , —that by His birth And death my sins be all redeemable , — As Mary of Egypt's dole He changed to ...
... soul of all that sigh May merit Heaven . ' Tis sooth I say , for e'en In this belief I will to live and die . Say to Thy Son I am His , —that by His birth And death my sins be all redeemable , — As Mary of Egypt's dole He changed to ...
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... soul of wit . Trissotin Ballades after all , though , seem to be your specialty . Vadius Nobody surpasses you when it comes to filling up lines . They continue to outdo each other ; then : Vadius The first thing you know , people will ...
... soul of wit . Trissotin Ballades after all , though , seem to be your specialty . Vadius Nobody surpasses you when it comes to filling up lines . They continue to outdo each other ; then : Vadius The first thing you know , people will ...
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... soul and body . Qui ayme Dieu , son règne et son empire , Rien désirer ne doibt qu'à son honneur : Et toutesfois l'homme tousiours aspire A son bien propre , à son aise , et bon heur , Sans adviser si point contemne ou blesse En ses ...
... soul and body . Qui ayme Dieu , son règne et son empire , Rien désirer ne doibt qu'à son honneur : Et toutesfois l'homme tousiours aspire A son bien propre , à son aise , et bon heur , Sans adviser si point contemne ou blesse En ses ...
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... soul shall dwell , Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ! At quiet , in my peaceful cell , I'll think on God , free from your snares ; Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ] Farewell all earthly joys and cares . II I'll seek ...
... soul shall dwell , Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ! At quiet , in my peaceful cell , I'll think on God , free from your snares ; Worldly designs , fears , hopes , farewell ] Farewell all earthly joys and cares . II I'll seek ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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