Anne Boleyn. Translation From The Metrical

A poem by Thomas Moore

"Histoire d'Anne Boleyn."


"S'elle estoit belle et de taille élégante,
Estoit des yeulx encor plus attirante,
Lesquelz sçavoit bien conduyre à propos
En les lenant quelquefoys en repos;
Aucune foys envoyant en message
Porter du cueur le secret tesmoignage."


Much as her form seduced the sight,
Her eyes could even more surely woo;
And when and how to shoot their light
Into men's hearts full well she knew.
For sometimes in repose she hid
Their rays beneath a downcast lid;
And then again, with wakening air,
Would send their sunny glances out,
Like heralds of delight, to bear
Her heart's sweet messages about.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Anne Boleyn. Translation From The Metrical' by Thomas Moore

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy