Que tu es Ciceron un affetté menteur,
Qui dis, qu'il n'y a mal sinon que l'infamie,
Si tu portois celui que me cause m'amie,
Pour le moins tu dirois que c'est quelque malheur.

Je sen journelement un aigle sus mon coeur,
J'entens un soing grifu, qui come une Furie
Me ronge impatient, puis tu veus que je die,
Abusé de tes mots, que mal n'est pas douleur

Vous en disputerés ainsi que bon vous semble,
Vous Philosofes, Grés, et vous Romains ensemble,
Mais je croy pour le seur qu'un travail langoureux

Est douleur, quand Amour l'encharne dedans l'ame,
Et que le deshonneur, la honte, et le diffame
N'est point de mal, au pris du tourment amoureux.

About Pierre De Ronsard

Pierre de Ronsard (11 September 1524 – December 1585) was a French poet and "prince of poets" (as his own generation in France called him). His popularity in his own time was overwhelming and immediate, and his prosperity was unbroken. He published his Hymns, dedicated to Margaret de Valois, in 1555; the conclusion of the Amours, addressed to another heroine, in 1556; and then a collection of Œuvres completes, said to be due to the invitation of Mary Stuart, queen of Francis II, in 1560; with Elégies, mascarades et bergeries in 1565. To this same year belongs his most important... Read more...

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a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem "Do not stand at my grave and weep," written in 1932.

She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claud Frye.

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My mother would be a falconress,
And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,
would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize,
where I dream in my little hood with many bells
jangling when I'd turn my...