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Pierre de Ronsard's Poetry, by title

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  • All take these lips away; no more,
    No more such kisses give to me.
    13 lines
  • Twain that were foes, while Mary lived, are fled;
    One laurel-crowned abides in heaven, and one
    15 lines
  • A hundred times I wish I could transform myself
    And become an invisible spirit that hides inside your heart
    16 lines
  • As in the gardens, all through May, the rose,
    Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled,
    15 lines
  • When you are very old, at evening
    You’ll sit and spin beside the fire, and say,
    15 lines
  • My lady woke upon a morning fair,
    What time Apollo’s chariot takes the skies,
    15 lines
  • I send you here a wreath of blossoms blown,
    And woven flowers at sunset gathered,
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • If to love, Madam, is to dream and long
    and brood by day and night on means of pleasing you,
    37 lines
  • See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
    That this morning did unclose
    19 lines
  • Fair flower of fifteen springs, that still
    Art scarcely blossomed from the bud,
    25 lines
  • Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon;
    So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest
    15 lines
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