The Light Of Provence; A Dramatic Poem by Frederic Jesup StimsonThe Light Of Provence; A Dramatic Poem by Frederic Jesup Stimson

The Light Of Provence; A Dramatic Poem

byFrederic Jesup Stimson

Paperback | February 2, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917. Excerpt: ... FIRST DAY SCENE I An orchard, above the highroad, near Beziers. Arnaud and Douce. is a late autumn day in 1208) Arnaud reads). Aubade I live aforest; and hard by A little croft there is where I Was wont to lie by trees that hung Green covert over nests up high In leafy spaces swinging, Thence, far the forest aisles among, The speech of little birds was flung, And back in echoes ringing. Now it befell, while I did lie, My thoughts from cloudland bringing, A little russet bird had sprung Out from the shade; the woods had rung The sweeter for his singing. (Yet till then he had never sung, 3 I saw the bird, that he was young, And yet unapt for singing.) But now he sang so wondrously That all the rest made no reply, And lying rapt in wonder, I Did watch him as he flew so high, His song still downward ringing; And fainter, farther ever flung The sweetness of his silver tongue Came floating to me, bringing Songs strange, and of my soul unsung, Songs falling like the rain among The flowers from it springing; Until he vanished in the sky. He vanished; and, I trow, did die; But singing... singing... Arnaud: Dost like it, Douce? Douce: It is very sweet. Arnaud: I hate your tenzons and sirventes; not Of poor false men, but of the buds and bees, The seasons and the flowers would I sing, Give me an aubade or a serenade,--The rhyme, recurrent, rings, I dare to think In fairness, very well? Douce: 'Tis sweet, indeed. Arnaud: Thou dost not seem to like it? Douce: I--why no--Dear Arnaud, in all truth, I fear, 'tis sad. Arnaud: 'Tis sad? I fear, thou didst not understand; The bird, seest thou, is but a thought, put for Some fair young knight, stung by the darts of love; And so, he soars, and flies afar but sings!--: No more shall he return to birds, his mates. Douce: And sh...
Title:The Light Of Provence; A Dramatic PoemFormat:PaperbackDimensions:26 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217556094

ISBN - 13:9780217556095

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