“Hom, c’est une ballade!”—Vadius.
“Rondeaux, Ballades, Chansons dizains, propos menus, Compte moy qu’ilz sont devenuz: Se faict il plus rien de nouveau?” —Clement Marot, Dialogue de deux Amoureux.
Here be the fairest homes the land… The silvery-cliffed Colonus; alwa… The nightingale doth haunt and sin… For well the deep green gardens do… Groves of the God, where winds ma…
How Œdipous departed, who may tell Save Theseus only? for there neit… The burning bolt of thunder, and t… To blast him into nothing, nor the… Of sea-tide spurred by tempest on…
(Sidero, the stepmother of Tyro,… At fierce Sidero’s word the thral… And shore the locks of Tyro,—like… They fell in golden harvest,—but f… The maiden shuddered in her pain a…
For thee soft crowns in thine untr… I wove, my lady, and to thee I be… Thither no shepherd drives his flo… Nor scythe of steel has ever labou… Nay, through the spring among the…
Long life hath taught me many thin… That lukewarm loves for men who di… Weak wine of liking let them mix a… Not Love, that stings the soul wi… Happy, who wears his love-bonds li…
Fair Amaryllis, wilt thou never p… From forth the cave, and call me,… Lo, apples ten I bear thee from t… These didst thou long for, and all… Ah, would I were a honey-bee to s…
None elder city doth the Sun beho… Than ancient Lycosura; ’twas begu… Ere Zeus the meat of mortals lear… And here hath he a grove whose hau… The driven deer seek and huntsmen…
Thou that art sandalled on immorta… With leaves of palm, the prize of… Thou that art crowned with snakes… Queen of the silver dews and shado… I pray thee by all names men name…
So Lucius prayed, and sudden, fro… Floated the locks of Isis, shone… Crown that is tressed with berry,… She came in deep blue raiment of t… Above her robes that now were snow…
My heart’s an old Spinet with str… To laughter chiefly tuned, but som… That Fate has practised hard on,… They answer not whoever sings. The ghosts of half-forgotten thing…