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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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, ...
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...
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...