Pierre de Ronsard
Pierre de Ronsard Poems
- Roses I send you here a wreath of blossoms blown, And woven ...
- To His Young Mistress Fair flower of fifteen springs, that ...
- Sonnets For Hélène . . Extract If to love, Madam, is to dream...
- Bonjour Mon Coeur, Bonjour Ma ...
- Marie, Vous Avez La Joue Aussi...
- Maîtresse, Embrasse-Moi, Baise...
- The Rose See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose, That this ...
Pierre de Ronsard (11 September 1524 – December 1585) was a French poet and "prince of poets" (as his own generation in France called him).
His popularity in his own time was overwhelming and immediate, and his prosperity was unbroken. He published his Hymns, dedicated to Margaret de Valois, in 1555; the conclusion of the Amours, addressed to another heroine, in 1556; and then a collection of Œuvres completes, said to be due to the invitation of Mary Stuart, queen of Francis II, in 1560; with Elégies, mascarades et bergeries in 1565. To this same year belongs his most important and interesting Abrégé de l'art poétique français.
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I send you here a wreath of blossoms blown,
And woven flowers at sunset gathered,
Another dawn had seen them ruined, and shed
Loose leaves upon the grass at random strown.
By this, their sure example, be it known,
That all your beauties, now in perfect flower,
Shall fade as these, and wither in an hour,
Flowerlike, and brief of days, as the flower sown.
Ah, time is flying, lady - time is flying;
Nay, ’tis not time that flies but we that go,
Who in short space shall be in churchyard lying,
And of our loving parley none shall know,
Nor any man consider ...