Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEVER TOO LATE: MULLIDOR'S MADRIGAL, by ROBERT GREENE Poet's Biography First Line: Dildido, dildido Last Line: Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas! Variant Title(s): Love Subject(s): French Language; Love | ||||||||
DILDIDO, dildido, O love, O love, I feel thy rage rumble below and above! In summer-time I saw a face, Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas! Like to a ston'd-horse was her pace: Was ever young man so dismay'd? Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make me afraid: Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trèpas. Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth supposes; Thy hair is a nettle for the nicest roses. Mon dieu, aide moi! That I with the primrose of my fresh wit May tumble her tyranny under my feet: Hé donc je serai un jeune roi! Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas! Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE |
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