Fuyons, Dilliers, fuyons cette cruelle terre,
Fuyons ce bord avare et ce peuple inhumain,
Que des dieux irrités la vengeresse main
Ne nous accable encor sous un même tonnerre.

Mars est désenchaîné, le temple de la guerre
Est ouvert à ce coup, le grand prêtre romain
Veut foudroyer là-bas l'hérétique Germain
Et l'Espagnol marran, ennemis de saint Pierre.

On ne voit que soldats, enseignes, gonfanons,
On noit que tambourins, trompettes et canons,
On ne voit que chevaux courant parmi la plaine :

On n'oit plus raisonner que de sang et de feu,
Maintenant on verra, si jamais on l'a veu,
Comment se sauvera la nacelle romaine.

About Joachim Du Bellay

Joachim du Bellay was a French poet, critic, and a member of the Pléiade. Biography Joachim Du Bellay was born at the Château of La Turmelière, not far from Liré, near Angers, being the son of Jean du Bellay, Lord of Gonnor, first cousin of the cardinal Jean du Bellay and of Guillaume du Bellay. His mother was Renée Chabot, daughter of Perceval Chabot and heiress of La Turmelière (Plus me plaît le séjour qu'ont bâti mes aïeux). Both his parents died while he was still a child, and he was left to the guardianship of his elder brother, René... 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...