Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmière Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDBD EFEFFGFG HIJBBKBK LMBCANAN BOBOOEOE PQBQQNQN BBRSSQSQ OMONNBNB FTFTBBTU VBVBWXXB| By chance I heard the belle complain | A |
| The one we called the Armouress | B |
| Longing to be a girl again | C |
| Talking like this more or less | B |
| Oh old age proud in wickedness | B |
| You've battered me so and why | D |
| Who cares who for my distress | B |
| Or whether at all your blows I die | D |
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| You've stolen away that great power | E |
| My beauty ordained for me | F |
| Over priests and clerks my hour | E |
| When never a man I'd see | F |
| Would fail to offer his all in fee | F |
| Whatever remorse he'd later show | G |
| But what was abandoned readily | F |
| Beggars now scorn to know | G |
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| Many a man I then refused | H |
| Which wasn't wise of me no jest | I |
| For love of a boy cunning too | J |
| To whom I gave all my largesse | B |
| I feigned to him unwillingness | B |
| But by my soul I loved him bad | K |
| What he showed was his roughness | B |
| Loving me only for what I had | K |
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| He could drag me through the dirt | L |
| Trample me underfoot I'd love him | M |
| Break my back whatever's worse | B |
| If only he'd ask for a kiss again | C |
| I'd soon forget then every pain | A |
| A glutton full of what he could win | N |
| He'd embrace me with him I've lain | A |
| What's he left me Shame and sin | N |
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| Now he's dead these thirty years | B |
| And I live on old and grey | O |
| When I think of those times with tears | B |
| What I was what I am today | O |
| View myself naked turn at bay | O |
| Seeing what I am no longer | E |
| Poor dry meagre worn away | O |
| I almost forget myself in anger | E |
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| Where's my smooth brow gone | P |
| My arching lashes yellow hair | Q |
| Wide eyed glances pretty ones | B |
| That took in the cleverest there | Q |
| Nose not too big or small a pair | Q |
| Of delicate little ears the chin | N |
| Dimpled a face oval and fair | Q |
| Lovely lips with crimson skin | N |
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| The fine slender shoulder blades | B |
| The long arms with tapering hands | B |
| My small breasts the hips well made | R |
| Full and firm and sweetly planned | S |
| All Love's tournaments to withstand | S |
| The broad flanks the nest of hair | Q |
| With plump thighs firmly spanned | S |
| Inside its little garden there | Q |
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| Now wrinkled forehead hair gone grey | O |
| Sparse eyelashes eyes so dim | M |
| That laughed and flashed once every way | O |
| And reeled their roaming victims in | N |
| Nose bent from beauty ears thin | N |
| Hanging down like moss a face | B |
| Pallid dead and bleak the chin | N |
| Furrowed a skinny lipped disgrace | B |
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| This is the end of human beauty | F |
| Shrivelled arms hands warped like feet | T |
| The shoulders hunched up utterly | F |
| Breasts what In full retreat | T |
| Same with the hips as with the teats | B |
| Little nest hah See the thighs | B |
| Not thighs thighbones poor man's meat | T |
| Blotched like sausages and dried | U |
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| That's how the bon temps we regret | V |
| Among us poor old idiots | B |
| Squatting on our haunches set | V |
| All in a heap like woollen lots | B |
| Round a hemp fire men forgot | W |
| Soon kindled and soon dust | X |
| Once so lovely that cocotte | X |
| So it goes for all of us | B |
Franaois Villon
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