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NOTE BOOK OF ROMANCES AND LAMENTS: LAMENT OF THE RUINED CHATEAUX IN, by                    
First Line: Lusignan, les baux, coucy, white towers in winter's fee, and autumn's king
Last Line: Is it not bitter pain life's semblance to retain when death is in the air?
Subject(s): Death; Lament; Pain; Winter; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery


Lusignan, les Baux, Coucy, white towers in winter's fee, and autumn's king,
Saint-Cloud,

where shrewd the wind doth blow, mocked by the whirling snow, is it not sad for
you?

This lake that the reeds enslave, how its shivering wave annuls the desolate
sheen

of Lusignan's chateau that coldly gleams below in the baths of Melusine!

This hold on the hillside low, stiffly reared les Baux, gapes to all the
tempests chill

that o'er its hearth-stones rage. It complains, and perhaps with age its
crumbling stones are ill.

The five towers of my Coucy (I also speak to thee), what art thou 'neath the
silver stain

of the hoar frost? five white owls that shiver beneath the cowls of a foliage
wet with rain?

My friends, this way repair; direct your glances there; remark it well, 'tis
Saint-Cloud.

Since one December fell, ah! piteous to tell! there's nothing left to view.

Lusignan, les Baux, Coucy, white towers in winter's fee, (and Saint-Cloud no
longer there)

is it not bitter pain life's semblance to retain when death is in the air?





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