Specimens of the Early Poetry of France from the Time of the Troubadours and Trouvères to the Reign of Henri Quatre"First edition: Medieval and Renaissance French poetry, translated into English by an acclaimed poet, travel writer, historian and painter. Some of the more uncommon pieces are provided in both their original French and in English, and brief biographical entries are supplied for many figures."--Description by bookseller, Rare Books, Inc |
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SPECIMENS OF THE EARLY POETRY Louisa Stuart 1799-1870 Costello,Francisque 1809-1887 Michel No preview available - 2016 |
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Alain Chartier amidst amour Arnaud barons beauty bien Bisclaveret Blanche of Castile blest bliss born breath bright called celebrated Chalvet chansons Charles charms Clement Marot Coucy Count of Champagne court Dame dear death died Dieu Duc d'Orléans Duke of Orleans England eyes fair fait fame fate fond Francisque Francisque Michel François French gaze gentle grace grief heart Heaven Henry honour hope Jean de Meun JEAN FROISSART Jougleurs king knight known lady langue Latin lays live lord Louis Marie de France Marot mort mournful Navarre noble o'er pain Paris poems poésie poet poetry praise prince Provençal qu'il Queen Raynouard regret reign rhyme Roman Ronsard Roquefort siècle sighs sing smile song sorrow soul sweet tears tell tender thee Thibaut thine thou art thought tout Tristan Troubadours Trouvères trouverres truth vers verse Villon wife words Yseult
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Page 250 - Ronsard, qui le suivit, par une autre méthode, Réglant tout, brouilla tout, fit un art à sa mode, Et toutefois longtemps eut un heureux destin. Mais sa muse, en français parlant grec et latin, Vit dans l'âge suivant, par un retour grotesque, Tomber de ses grands mots le faste pédantesque.
Page 188 - This royal dedication is more solemn than usual ; yet Marot, who was never grave but in prison, soon recovered from this dedication to the king, for on turning the leaf we find another, ' Aux Dames de France !' Warton says of Marot, that ' He seems anxious to deprecate the raillery which the new tone of his versification was likely to incur, and is embarrassed to find an apology for turning saint.
Page 294 - N'a c'y de moi que la moitié: Une part te reste , elle est tienne ; Je la fie à ton amitié Pour que de l'autre il te souvienne.
Page 140 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Page 189 - They were the common accompaniments of the fiddle. They were sold so rapidly, that the printers could not supply the public with copies. In the festive and splendid court of Francis the First, of a sudden nothing was heard but the psalms of Clement Marot. By each of the royal family and the principal nobility of the court a psalm was chosen, and fitted to the ballad-tune which each liked best*. The dauphin prince Henry, who delighted in hunting, was fond of Ainsi...
Page 134 - K. of Scotelond ; for as I am secrely enfourmed by a man of ryght notable estate in this lond that there hath ben a man of the Dues of Orliance in Scotland, and accorded with the Due of Albany that this next Somer he schal bryng in the mamnet ef Scotlond to sturre what he may.
Page 228 - THOD art aged ; but recount, Since thy early life began, What may be the just amount Thou shouldst number of thy span : How much to thy debts belong, How much when vain fancy caught thee, How much to the giddy throng, How much to the poor who sought thee, How much to thy lawyer's wiles, How much to thy menial crew, How much to thy lady's smiles, How much to thy sick-bed due, How much for thy hours of leisure, For thy hurrying to and fto, How much for each idle pleasure, — If the list thy memory...
Page 163 - SONG. DEAR the felicity, Gentle, and fair, and sweet, Love and simplicity, When tender shepherds meet: Better than store of gold, Silver and gems untold, Manners refined and cold, Which to our lords belong. We, when our toil is past, Softest delight can taste, While summer's beauties last, Dance, feast, and jocund song; And in our hearts a joy No envy can destroy.
Page 199 - Several editions have since been published. ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER, FRANCIS THE FIRST. 'T 19 done ! a father, mother, gone, A sister, brother, torn away, My hope is now in God alone, Whom heaven and earth alike obey. Above, beneath, to him is known, — The world's wide compass is his own. I love, — but in the world no more, Nor in gay hall, or festal bower; Not the fair forms I prized before, — But Him, all beauty, wisdom, power, My Saviour, who has cast a chain On...
Page 23 - О knight renowned ! Where now is battle's pride, Since, in the lists no longer found, With conquest at thy side, Upon thy crest and on thy sword Thou show'dst where glory lay, And sealed, even with thy slightest word, The fate of many a day ? Where now the open heart and hand All service that o'erpaid, The gifts that of a barren land A smiling garden made ? And those whom love and honest zeal Had to thy fate allied, Who looked to thee in woe and weal, Nor heeded...