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  1. en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Le_TestamentLe Testament - Wikipedia

    Le Testament is a collection of poetry composed in 1461 by François Villon. Le Testament, comprising over twenty essentially independent poems in octosyllabic verse, consists of a series of fixed-form poems, namely 16 ballades and three rondeaux, and is recognized as a gem of medieval literature.

  2. 5 de may. de 2021 · Summary. Villons Testament is a satirical will in which a first-person narrator, purportedly on his death bed, leaves a series of burlesque bequests, among them many specimens of Villons own lyric poetry, intended to punish or reward people he has known. Most critical studies of the Testament adopt one of two main approaches.

    • Adrian Armstrong
    • 2008
  3. Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau. Epitaph. Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave, One whom Love killed with his scorn, A poor little scholar in every way, He was named François Villon. He never reaped a morsel of corn: Willed all away, as all men know: Bed, table, and basket all are gone.

  4. Le Testament, long poem by François Villon, written in 1461 and published in 1489. It consists of 2,023 octosyllabic lines arranged in 185 huitains (eight-line stanzas). These huitains are interspersed with a number of fixed-form poems, chiefly ballades and chansons, including the well-known

    • The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
  5. 2 de abr. de 2019 · Internet Archive. Language. English. xxxvi, 316 p. ; 23 cm. Half-title: The great and little testaments of François Villon. Addeddate. 2019-04-02 02:19:28. Associated-names. Lepper, John Heron, 1878-; Payne, John, 1842-1916.

  6. François Villon. 1431–1463. Although his verse gained him little or no financial success during his life, Francois Villon is today perhaps the best-known French poet of the Middle Ages.

  7. Take my advice and take what comes Villon! And so, François, listen to what you’re told: But for the fact that God in heaven holds Me back, you wouldn’t have a rag to put on: I’d do ten wrongs for every one of old. 40 Take my advice and take what comes, Villon! Qu’occist Judic — et dormoit entandiz — De son poignart dedens son ...