LOVE IN MAY. PASSERAT OFF with sleep, love, up from bed, This fair morn； See, for our eyes the rosy red New dawn is born； Now that skies are glad and ...
MOONLIGHT. JACQUES TAHUREAU THE high Midnight was garlanding her head With many a shining star in shining skies, And, of her grace, a slumber on mine ...
LADY'S TOMB. RONSARD AS in the gardens, all through May, the rose, Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled, Makes sunrise jealous of her rosy red, ...
HIS LADY'S DEATH. RONSARD TWAIN that were foes, while Mary lived, are fled； One laurel-crowned abides in heaven, and one Beneath the earth has far...
ON HIS LADY'S WAKING. RONSARD MY lady woke upon a morning fair, What time Apollo's chariot takes the skies, And, fain to fill with arrows from...
OF HIS LADY'S OLD AGE. RONSAR WHEN you are very old, at evening You'll sit and spin beside the fire, and say, Humming my songs, 'Ah well, ...
DEADLY KISSES. RONSARD All take these lips away； no more, No more such kisses give to me. My spirit faints for joy； I see Through mists of death the d...
TO HIS YOUNG MISTRESS. RONSARD FAIR flower of fifteen springs, that still Art scarcely blossomed from the bud, Yet hast such store of evil will, A hea...
TO THE MOON. RONSARD HIDE this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon； So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest Loving and unawakened on thy breast； So...
THE ROSE. RONSARD SEE, Mignonne, hath not the Rose, That this morning did unclose Her purple mantle to the light, Lost, before the day be dead, The gl...