ROSES. RONSARD I SEND you here a wreath of blossoms blown, And woven flowers at sunset gathered, Another dawn had seen them ruined, and shed Loose lea...
APRIL. REMY BELLEAU APRIL, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days, April, bringing hope of prime, To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheath Are...
A SONNET TO HEAVENLY BEAUTY. DU BELLAY IF this our little life is but a day In the Eternal, - if the years in vain Toil after hours that never come ag...
TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM. DU BELLAY, . SO long you wandered on the dusky plain, Where flit the shadows with their endless cry, You reach the shore whe...
A VOW TO HEAVENLY VENUS. DU BELLAY, WE that with like hearts love, we lovers twain, New wedded in the village by thy fane, Lady of all chaste love, to...
HYMN TO THE WINDS. DUBELLAY To you, troop so fleet, That with winged wandering feet, Through the wide world pass, And with soft murmuring Toss the gre...
BALLAD OF THE GIBBET. [An epitaph in the form of a ballad that Francois Villon wrote of himself and his company, they expecting shortly to be hanged.]...
L'ENVOY. Princess, by whom my hope is fed, My heart thee prays in lowlihead To prune the ill boughs overgrown, Nor slay Love's tree, nor plant...
ARBOR AMORIS. FRANCOIS VILLON, I HAVE a tree, a graft of Love, That in my heart has taken root； Sad are the buds and blooms thereof, And bitter sorrow...
RONDEL. FRANCOIS VILLON,GOODBYE！ the tears are in my eyes； Farewell, farewell, my prettiest； Farewell, of women born the best； Good-bye！ the saddest o...