Franaois Villon Poor Poems
- 1. 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,
... - 2. 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
... - 3. 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:
... - 4. Ballade: Epistre
Have pity now, have pity now on me,
If you at least would, friends of mine.
I'm in the depths, not holly or may,
In exile, where I've been consigned
... - 5. The Debate Between Villon And His Heart
Who's that I hear?—It's me—Who?—Your heart
Hanging on by the thinnest thread
I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid
When I see you withdrawn this way all alone
... - 6. Ballade To Our Lady
WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER
Dame du ciel, regents terrienne,
Emperiere des infemaux palus....
... - 7. Le Testament: Epitaph Et Rondeau
Epitaph
Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,
One whom Love killed with his scorn,
... - 8. Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;
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