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Franaois Villon Poems

  • Rondel
    Goodbye! the tears are in my eyes;
    Farewell, farewell, my prettiest;
    Farewell, of women born the best;
    Good-bye! the saddest of good-byes. ...
  • Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
    F alse beauty that costs me so dear,
    R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,
    A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,
    N amed only to achieve my sure distress, ...
  • Le Testament: Ballade: -item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
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    This I give to my poor mother
    As a prayer now, to our Mistress ...
  • Le Testament: Rondeau
    Death, I cry out at your harshness,
    That stole my girl away from me,
    Yet you're not satisfied I see
    Until I languish in distress. ...
  • Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmière
    By chance, I heard the belle complain,
    The one we called the Armouress,
    Longing to be a girl again,
    Talking like this, more or less: ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Franaois Villon

God 12 Love 10 I Love You 10 Poor 8 Pain 7 Good 7 Live 7 Away 7 Heart 7 Never 6


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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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