Songs and Sonnets of Pierre de Ronsard

Songs and Sonnets of Pierre de Ronsard

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ...not leave my love for anything, Or part again from you, love, zJfy goddess sweet, my true-love. Arie, arise, my indolent sweet saint! Long since the skylark sang his morning stave, Long since the nightingale, love's gentle slave, Carolled upon the thorn his love-complaint. isfrise! come see the tender grass besprent With dew-pearls, and your rose with blossoms brave. Come see the dainty pinks to which you gave Last eve their water with a care so quaint. Last eve you swore and pledged your shining eyes Sooner than I this morning you would rise, But dawn's soft beauty-sleep, with sweet disguising, Still gently seals those eyes--that now I kiss exW now again--and now this breast, and this, zA hundred times, to teach you early rising / STRUNG T Them the beauteous Spring I see, Cflad and free, zotalling young the sea and earth-, Then the light of day above rAnd our lave Seem but newly brought to birth. When the sky of deeper blue Lights anew Lands more beautiful and green, Love, with witching looks for darts, Wars on hearts, Winning them for his demesne. Scattering his arrows dire Tipped with fire, He doth bring beneath his sway zJMen and birds and beasts for slaves And the waves To his power obeisance pay.... e, for Love's triumphing, In the Spring Thrills my heart at every breath By new beauties everywhere Which her care From my Lady borraweth: When I see the woodland bowers Bright with flowers, isfnd the banks with flowers bedight, Then methinks I see the grace Of her face Fair with blended red and white; When I see elm-branches bound Close around Where the loving ivies wind, Then I feel encompassing exrflM that cling Fast about my neck entwined; When I hear thee in the vale, Nightingale, Uttering thy sweetest voice, Then methinks her voice I hear, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236529286
  • 9781236529282