Chastelard, a Tragedy

Name: Chastelard, a Tragedy
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Pages: about 98
Category: Literature & Fiction
Language: English
Reading time: 1.8 h at 250 wpm

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From the opening

1. Le navire Est a l'eau; Entends rire Ce gros flot Que fait luire Et bruire Le vieux sire Aquilo.
2. Dans l'espace Du grand air Le vent passe Comme un fer; Siffle et sonne, Tombe et tonne, Prend et donne A la mer.
3. Vois, la brise Tourne au nord, Et la bise Souffle et mord Sur ta pure Chevelure Qui murmure Et se tord.
MARY HAMILTON. You never sing now but it makes you sad; Why do you sing?
MARY BEATON. I hardly know well why; It makes me sad to sing, and very sad To hold my peace.
MARY CARMICHAEL. Why, since we came from France, You have no lover to make stuff for songs.
MARY BEATON. You are wise; for there my pain begins indeed, Because I have no lovers out of France.
MARY SEYTON. I mind me of one Olivier de Pesme, (You knew him, sweet,) a pale man with short hair, Wore tied at sleeve the Beaton color.
MARY CARMICHAEL. Blue-- I know, blue scarfs. I never liked that knight.
MARY HAMILTON. Me? I know him? I hardly knew his name. Black, was his hair? no, brown.
MARY SEYTON. Light pleases you: I have seen the time brown served you well enough.
MARY SEYTON. Ah, does that burn your blood? Why, what a bitter color is this read That fills your face! if you be not in love, I am no maiden.
MARY HAMILTON. Nay, God help true hearts! I must be stabbed with love then, to the bone, Yea to the spirit, past cure.
MARY SEYTON. What were you saying? I see some jest run up and down your lips.
MARY CARMICHAEL. Finish your song; I know you have more of it; Good sweet, I pray you do.
MARY CARMICHAEL. This will not sadden you to sing; your song Tastes sharp of sea and the sea's bitterness, But small pain sticks on it.

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Chastelard, a Tragedy

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