<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of Dead Ladies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, tell me now in what strange air<br>The Roman Flora dwells to-day.<br>Where Archippiada hides, and where<br>Beautiful Thais has passed away?<br>Whence answers Echo, afield, astray,<br>By mere or stream,--around, below?<br>Lovelier she than a woman of clay;<br>Nay, but where is the last year's snow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is wise Heloise, that care<br>Brought on Abeilard, and dismay?<br>All for her love he found a snare,<br>A maimed poor monk in orders grey;<br>And where's the Queen who willed to slay<br>Buridan, that in a sack must go<br>Afloat down Seine,--a perilous way -<br>Nay, but where is the last year's snow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where's that White Queen, a lily rare,<br>With her sweet song, the Siren's lay?<br>Where's Bertha Broad-foot, Beatrice fair?<br>Alys and Ermengarde, where are they?<br>Good Joan, whom English did betray<br>In Rouen town, and burned her? No,<br>Maiden and Queen, no man may say;<br>Nay, but where is the last year's snow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, all this week thou need'st not pray,<br>Nor yet this year the thing to know.<br>One burden answers, ever and aye,<br>'Nay, but where is the last year's snow?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344219" data-title="Ballade Of Dead Ladies de Andrew Lang" data-description="Nay, tell me now in what strange air The Roman Flora dwells to-day. Where Archippiada hides, and where Beautiful Thais has passed away? Whence answers Echo, afield, astray, By mere or stream,--around, below? Lovelier she than a woman of clay; Nay,..."></div> </div> </div>

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