Potential Titles: Christine de Pisan

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Prey to pain and sorrow's sword - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And suffer me in anguish to depart - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Shown the truth I shrank from telling - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

A costlier gift than gold - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Sorry cheer and comfort cold - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Nor is there any joy to match with mine - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Not all my weeping might the gift obtain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Love bade me follow in his chosen train - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Seasons of solace that may comfort me - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And arrows of despair spare not to pierce - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Brooding on the doom I bear - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Share grief to which all else is naught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

In a burning passion caught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Cleanse my soul and make it fair - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

From such faithless rascals keep you free - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Dishonour that from slanderers came - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

How in your works they knew your wantonness - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Ill that follows after foolish play - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Kindling me to do and dare - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Bring my ship in honour's port to ride - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Lifts up my heart above all thought of pride - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Delight that was is grown disaster fell - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

For whom my heart is kindled in desire - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Nor far nor near is comfort found - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Forged for my fate upon an anvil dire - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Torment more than I can tell - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My soul the dread assault sustain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My heart is broken down with bitter pain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

One whom Fortune would not have me see - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Body and soul do I abandon here - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Sweet Lady, fair and gentle without peer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

To lift this wrong that crushes me - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Sweet Lady, fair and gentle without peer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

The dart that is pointed but to slay - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Thou, O Love, the traitor art]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Will never stay in the mansions of despair - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Thou, O Love, the traitor art]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Queen of beauty and of grace and precious worth - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My speech with my thoughts keeps no pace - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Now all that I desired so dear is won - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Who holds my heart in joy - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Into whose dominion I yield my heart - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Fortune have I none - Christine de Pisan "Christine to Her Son"

Be diligent them to rescue - Christine de Pisan "The Epistle of Othea to Hector" adaptation done by Joan Keefe from an anonymous translation

To the harmony of Orpheus harp - Christine de Pisan "The Epistle of Othea to Hector" adaptation done by Joan Keefe from an anonymous translation

Deep in my heart's remembrance and delight - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Raise up my strength in death's respite - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Of desire attain at last the height - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Since in love only is set my happiness - Christine de Pisan "[Very God of Love, who art of lovers Lord]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And honour on my days impress - Christine de Pisan "[Very God of Love, who art of lovers Lord]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Freed from the sorrows I lament - Christine de Pisan "Virelay [Sweet, in whom my joy must be]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Pale despair rules no longer - Christine de Pisan "Virelay [Sweet, in whom my joy must be]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Dries me to the bone - Christine de Pisan

Dead like stone - Christine de Pisan

Feeding only on my tears - Christine de Pisan


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