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Title: Ballad Of The Lords Of Old Time
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne [
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Translations from the French of Villon
(AFTER THE FORMER ARGUMENT)
What more? Where is the third Calixt,
Last of that name now dead and gone,
Who held four years the Papalist?
Alphonso king of Aragon,
The gracious lord, duke of Bourbon,
And Arthur, duke of old Britaine?
And Charles the Seventh, that worthy one?
Even with the good knight Charlemain.
The Scot too, king of mount and mist,
With half his face vermilion,
Men tell us, like an amethyst
From brow to chin that blazed and shone;
The Cypriote king of old renown,
Alas! and that good king of Spain,
Whose name I cannot think upon?
Even with the good knight Charlemain.
No more to say of them I list;
'Tis all but vain, all dead and done:
For death may no man born resist,
Nor make appeal when death comes on.
I make yet one more question;
Where's Lancelot, king of far Bohain?
Where's he whose grandson called him son?
Even with the good knight Charlemain.
Where is Guesclin, the good Breton?
The lord of the eastern mountain-chain,
And the good late duke of Alencon?
Even with the good knight Charlemain.
[The end]
Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem: Ballad Of The Lords Of Old Time
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