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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade To Our Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, <br>Emperiere des infemaux palus.... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal <br>Crowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,&mdash;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call, <br>Commending me to thee, with thee to dwell, <br>Albeit in nought I be commendable. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all mine undeserving may not mar <br>Such mercies as thy sovereign mercies are; <br>Without the which (as true words testify) <br>No soul can reach thy Heaven so fair and far. <br>Even in this faith I choose to live and die. <br>Unto thy Son say thou that I am His, <br>And to me graceless make Him gracious. <br>Said Mary of Egypt lacked not of that bliss, <br>Nor yet the sorrowful clerk Theopbilus, <br>Whose bitter sins were set aside even thus <br>Though to the Fiend his bounden service was. <br>Oh help me, lest in vain for me should pass <br>(Sweet Virgin that shalt have no loss thereby!) <br>The blessed Host and sacring of the Mass <br>Even in this faith I choose to live and die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pitiful poor woman, shrunk and old, <br>I am, and nothing learn'd in letter-lore. <br>Within my parish-cloister I behold <br>A painted Heaven where harps and lutes adore, <br>And eke an Hell whose damned folk seethe full sore: <br>One bringeth fear, the other joy to me. <br>That joy, great Goddess, make thou mine to be,&mdash;<br>Thou of whom all must ask it even as I; <br>And that which faith desires, that let it see. <br>For in this faith I choose to live and die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O excellent Virgin Princess! thou didst bear <br>King Jesus, the most excellent comforter, <br>Who even of this our weakness craved a share <br>And for our sake stooped to us from on high, <br>Offering to death His young life sweet and fair. <br>Such as He is, Our Lord, I Him declare, <br>And in this faith I choose to live and die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dante Gabriel Rossetti, trans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fran%C3%A7ois+Villon">François Villon</a><div class=q>
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Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, 
Emperiere des infemaux palus.... 

Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal 
Crowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,&mdash;

I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call, 
Commending ..."></div>
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