Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France
Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France
The book Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France was written by author Here you can read free online of Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France a good or bad book?
Where can I read Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France for free?
In our eReader you can find the full English version of the book. Read Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France Online - link to read the book on full screen. Our eReader also allows you to upload and read Pdf, Txt, ePub and fb2 books. In the Mini eReder on the page below you can quickly view all pages of the book - Read Book Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France
In our eReader you can find the full English version of the book. Read Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France Online - link to read the book on full screen. Our eReader also allows you to upload and read Pdf, Txt, ePub and fb2 books. In the Mini eReder on the page below you can quickly view all pages of the book - Read Book Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France
What reading level is Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France book?
To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
VICTOR HUGO. The dawn is smiling on the dew that coversThe tearful roses; lo, the little loversThat kiss the buds, and all the flutteringsIn jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, With muffled music, murmured far and wide!Ah, Spring time, when we think of all the laysThat dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound, The messages of love that mortals writeFilled with into...xication of delight, Written in April, and before the May timeShredded and flown, play things for the wind's play-time, We dream that all white butterflies above, Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, And leave their lady mistress in despair, To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair, Are but torn love-letters, that through the skiesFlutter, and float, and change to Butterflies. MORE STRONG THAN TIME. VICTOR HUGO. Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid, Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it, And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;Since it was given to me to hear one happy while, The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries, Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile, Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam, A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always, Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream, Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours, Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old, Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers, One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.
What to read after Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Lang Andrew to read onlineMoreLess
To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
VICTOR HUGO. The dawn is smiling on the dew that coversThe tearful roses; lo, the little loversThat kiss the buds, and all the flutteringsIn jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, With muffled music, murmured far and wide!Ah, Spring time, when we think of all the laysThat dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound, The messages of love that mortals writeFilled with into...xication of delight, Written in April, and before the May timeShredded and flown, play things for the wind's play-time, We dream that all white butterflies above, Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, And leave their lady mistress in despair, To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair, Are but torn love-letters, that through the skiesFlutter, and float, and change to Butterflies. MORE STRONG THAN TIME. VICTOR HUGO. Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid, Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it, And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;Since it was given to me to hear one happy while, The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries, Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile, Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam, A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always, Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream, Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours, Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old, Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers, One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.
What to read after Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Lang Andrew to read onlineMoreLess
Read book Ballads, Lyrics, And Poems of Old France for free
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
Write Review:
User Reviews: