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POEMS WORTH READING

 

 

NO. 1550 '

THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES.

(Translated from Francois VilIon, 1450,‘ by Dante
Gabriel Rossetti).

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the famous poet and painter, son of Gabriele
Itosset ti. the Italian poet, was born in London. England. May .2, 1828,
and (lied in Birchington, England. April 9. 1882. He was educated at
King's College School. and about 18“} OHTC‘l‘Cd 1,110 ROWI ACfldC‘IDY- He
wrote translations from Italian poets (1861), published “Poems" (1870,),
and “Ballads and Sonnets" (1881p. including his series of one hundred
sonnets called “The House 01' Life.” He was the brother of Christina
Georgina Rossetti. the English poetess. Francois \‘illon was born in
Paris in 1431, and died about 1484. He was one of the earliest. of the
French poets. Little is known of his life, as he led a wild Bohemian
existence.

ELL me new in what hidden way is
' Lady Flora t'helovely Roman?
“’here’s Hipparchia, and where is Thais,
Neither of them the fairer woman?
“'here is Echo. beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere,—
She whose beauty was more than human?
But where are the snows or yester-year?

\Vhere‘s Heloise, the learned nun,
For whose sake Abeillard, I ween,
Lost manhood and put priesthood on?
(From Love, he won such dule and teen!)
And where, I pray you, is the Queen
“7110 will’d that: Buridan should steer
Sew’d in a saek's mouth down the Seine?
But where are the snows of yester-year?

‘Vhite Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies,
“"ith a voice like any tum-maiden,—
Bertha Broadfoet, Beatrice, Alice,—
And Erniengarde the lady of Maine,—
And that good Joan whom Englishmen
At Rouau doom'd and burn'd her there,—
Mother of God, where are they then?
But Where are the snows of yester-year?

Nay. never askvthis week, fair lord.
\Vhere they are gone, nor yet this year,
Save with thus much for an overword,—
But where are the SHOWS of yester-year?

This series ofinnems began in “The Press" of Octoher 30. 1901. One is printed every day.